Unexpected Relationship in New Town
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All characters in this story are at least 18 years old.
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I grew up in a small town in Nebraska. As a child, I liked our neighbors who treated me nicely and helped anytime it was needed. Everything changed when I became older. My face and body changed, and everybody noticed. All of a sudden, the friendly conversations turned into gossip, and whatever I did, became common knowledge within 24 hours. For example, when I started going out with Fred, the comments I got about my choice were rude and nasty, from ‘He is no good’ to ‘If I were you, I’d date Aaron instead.’ Two days after I first had sex with him, people of all ages gave me ‘the look’, hinting they knew about it. It happened 2 months after my 18th birthday, but still, girls I studied with, neighbors, and some boys had some remarks. I felt I was choking in the tiny place, and was happy I got accepted to UCLA.
In the first week of the summer vacation, with help from my parents, I moved to a room in a private residence not far from the campus, and explored the campus buildings and the surrounding area. I was happy to find out that having a car was not needed: The campus was walkable, and there was plenty of public transportation around.
When Fred realized I was going to LA, he got very upset. He asked, “We were born here, raised here, and know the people. Why go to LA? It’s not like you wish to become an actress or something.”
“Freddie, UCLA is a wonderful place to study, and when I finish, the certificate will give me more options to advance than a local college.”
He complained, “But it means we’ll hardly meet.”
“That is true, but I have to think about my career first. It will be only temporary: Only 4 years…”
“Emily, are you nuts? You expect me to have a girlfriend that I’ll see only once in a blue moon?”
To cut the story short, we separated. I was depressed and hoped to make new friends in a city where I knew nobody.
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In my first week strolling the campus, I noticed my ‘Nebraska style’ clothes were not suitable for the young liberals around. I decided to use the money I received for my 18th birthday to purchase new stuff.
Knowing that early afternoons stores were less busy, at 2 pm on a Tuesday, I strolled nearby. A little women’s clothing store was displaying a blouse I liked. I entered and saw the store only looked small on the outside, but it was elongated and had a vast selection of women’s needs. There were no other customers. As I went in, a tall, impressive woman came to the counter, and asked, “May I help you?”
“I am new in town and about to start at UCLA. Everything I brought with me will look ridiculous here, and I thought of buying new clothes.”
She had a contagious smile, “I’ll be happy to help. In my 15 years as owner of the store, I’ve helped many students like you.”
I grinned, “That will be great, because even if I like something, it may look ridiculous to Angelinos.”
“What would you like to check first?”
“I liked the orange blouse in the window.”
The lady pulled the blouse, checked the size, and said, “It’s medium, but I think small will fit you better.”
I didn’t argue. She went to the back of the store and returned with 3 blouses. All of them were similar but different colors. She handed me the orange one and showed me the fitting room. I put it on and came out. The lady touched the material in a few areas and commented, “The size is right, but in my opinion, the green one will look better with your beautiful blonde hair.”
I chuckled, “Thanks for the compliment. I’ll try the green one.”
In the dressing room, I looked at myself in the mirror and had to admit the woman was right. I came out and said, “Lady. I agree with you.”
She smiled, “My name is Ashley. I have years of experience, so no wonder that most of the time I know what I’m doing. Are you interested in seeing other blouses?”
“I don’t want to waste your time…”
“Honey, at this hour I rarely have customers, so I’ll be happy to help.” Then she moved again to the back and returned with 3 new blouses. They were a different style. She said, “Will it be OK if I join you in the dressing room? I can better check if the blouse is optimal for you. Sometimes it’s perfect on top but does not look that nice around the waist, or the collar doesn’t fit.”
I thought it was unusual that she’d be with me in the cramped room, but it was LA, and here people do things differently. She was right in selecting the right color before, so why not?
She led me to another fitting room. The size was still very small, but there were mirrors on 2 walls.
Ashley blurted, “Please remove the blouse and try this one.” She handed me a short sleeved, light blue blouse with low cut neck. I removed my blouse and wore the one she gave me. It looked good, but it showed too much cleavage for my taste. My tits were on the smallish side, a B-cup, and I wore a pushup bra underneath, balıkesir escort but my conservative upbringing told me it was ‘not appropriate’. I told Ashley it was too revealing.
Ashley laughed, “Honey, this is LA. If you walk around, you’ll see that this blouse shows much less than what most other girls are happy to expose.” Then, her fingers trailed the top of my breasts, and pulled the top of my blouse up and to the sides. Her touch was like a shock, and I got the shivers. It wasn’t a rough touch or unpleasant, but it was unexpected.
Ashley grinned, “That’s OK. If you do not like it, let’s see what you think about the next one.”
It was a grey color with white lines. The blouse did not expose the top of my tits as much, but it was sheer, and the bra underneath was visible. I gazed at her pleadingly.
She understood my nonverbal reaction and remarked, “Here in LA, it is the fashion to show the bra. Why are you so shy? You have a terrific body.” She cupped my covered boobs, squeezed them lightly, and continued, “It’s a pity you are hiding such a great set. Every Angelina would be proud to show them off.” I blushed.
She asked, “Well, if you want to feel like a local, better dress like one.” I didn’t answer, and she gave me the third blouse. Actually, it was a turtleneck style top. The fabric was very soft and felt great. It fit me snugly, as if tailored onto my body. I loved it immediately, despite the fact that it made my tits look bigger. Ashley’s fingers again traced the edges of my bra. Her touch was uncalled for, but… pleasant. I said I liked that one.
She grinned, “I knew you’d like it, but this top does not go with a pushup bra. My recommendation is to wear it with no bra or a soft one.” My face reddened.
Ashley gazed at me with a knowing smile, “Trust me. It’s for you. Let me prove it to you. Take off your top.” I removed the turtleneck and waited. She blurted, “The bra too.”
I was stunned; Never in my life I exposed my boobs to anybody but my mother.
Ashley insisted, “Honey, if you wish to assimilate with the other students here, better accept the dress code. Don’t be shy: I’ve helped multiple girls who came from other places, especially from the conservative Midwest, and they thanked me when we were done.”
Reluctantly, I unclasped my bra and let it fall down. Ashley’s eyes inspected my bare tits, and she declared, “Honey, your breasts are among the most gorgeous I’ve ever seen. You do not need a pushup bra. Your tits are beautiful and stand high on your chest. In my opinion, braless will suit you best, but if you’d rather have one, a soft, plunge bra will look the best.”
I was standing silently, not knowing what she was talking about. She guessed it was the case, and mumbled, “Wait here. It will take me a minute.”
She came back with a couple of wireless, tiny bras. She helped me put on a white one, which covered very little of my boobs, and instructed me to wear the turtleneck again. I did as asked and gazed at myself in the mirror. She was right! The top fit me perfectly, and unlike before, did not reveal signs of straps or the bra itself! I looked at Ashley admiringly. She grinned and hugged me, “Look, we spent over an hour, and I think we are on the right track to find the best clothes for you. I just remembered I have to go somewhere for half an hour. Is there another time you’ll be free and we’ll continue? I promise to make it worthwhile for you, including a substantial discount.”
I was grateful. She was helpful and didn’t try to push her stuff, making me pay for anything. Ashley was willing to waste her time teaching me how to dress up in the big city. I said, “Thank you for being so nice. It’s my vacation now, so I can come here when it’s convenient for you.”
She blurted, “Tomorrow, same time, should be much better.”
I smiled, “Ashley, thanks again. By the way, my name is Emily.”
“It’s a cute name. OK, Emily, I’ll see you tomorrow at 2:15 pm.”
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I was excited to spend more time at Ashley’s store. Being on vacation and not having friends in the city made the experience of shopping with such a nice person thrilling.
I arrived five minutes early, entered the door, and saw it was empty. I called, “Ashley, are you here?” She came out from the back with a smile, “I was preparing in the back items I thought you might like.”
She stood under the light, and I saw her better than before. Ashley was about 5’8″, 135 pounds, and had black, shoulder length, wavy hair. Although she was probably 35 or 40 years old, her face was flawless. She wore a thin floral blouse and a short black skirt.
Ashley carried a bunch of clothes and pulled me into the dressing room. “Take your top off. I want to show you bras and blouses I think you’ll like.”
It was still embarrassing, but since she’d already seen my bare chest before, I didn’t hesitate. She handed me a strapless bra and helped me adjust it better around my breasts. Her soft, warm fingers again made me tremble and even caused a tingle bartın escort down there… It amazed me how a simple touch caused me such feelings. Then she asked me to put on a blue, striped, short sleeved blouse. It looked cute. Ashley placed me before the mirror and stood behind me. I liked the way I looked. Then, she said, “I think it will look even better like that,” and from behind me, her hands moved forward, released the top two buttons, and pulled aside the wings. Her closeness made me weak in the knees. Her strong perfume and feeling her boobs pressing onto my back made me lightheaded. I wobbled. She came closer and hugged me from behind, “What is it, dear?” I whispered, “Sorry, I feel dizzy.”
Ashley continued hugging my waist, stabilizing me, and asked, “What do you think?”
The blouse had the right shape and colors, and fit me well, but with the two buttons open, my cleavage was noticed, which bothered my puritanical upbringing. My face flushed. Ashley noticed my face, and she chuckled, “It’s so unusual to see in our show-all town such a bashful girl. Here, let me show you how I dress, and your body is much better than mine.”
Next, she removed her blouse. I stared with my mouth agape: She was not wearing a bra, and her C-cup breasts were amazing. I couldn’t take my eyes off them: Round, with large areolas and black pointy nipples. Ashley’s piercing eyes checked my face with a grin, and she blurted, “See, no need to be shy.” Then she wore a similar striped blouse that was one size bigger, opened the top 3 buttons, and pirouetted before me. Her large tits swayed freely behind the thin material, and I became hypnotized.
My condition did not escape Ashley, and she muttered, “Honey, wearing clothes like that is freeing and fun. Here, see how pleasant the blouse feels.” Next, she grabbed my palm, placed it on her covered left breast, and squeezed my fingers on the soft fabric. The material may have been nice to the touch, but having my fingers all over her covered, hardening nipple was way too much. I was feeling hot, my cunt started dripping, and I was oozy again, feeling unstable.
Ashley caught me before I fell and hugged me tightly. Her tits crushed against me, and my face got buried in her neck. She held me for a long moment, and then her hand caressed my shoulder, “Are you OK? Would you like me to bring you a cup of coffee?”
I mumbled, “Ashley, I am sorry. Watching your perfect top so close to me was terrifying, and I lost it.”
She chuckled, “Emily darling, I’d switch my tits with yours anytime. They are so young and perky. Mine are too heavy.”
I objected, “That is not true. Every woman would die to have yours.”
Ashley had a strange smile. She opened her blouse, exposing her stunning girls, took both my palms, put them on her orbs, and whispered, “Don’t you think they are too soft? I am afraid they’ll sag soon.” As she was talking, her hands made mine gently massage her smooth beauties. Her erotic maneuver stunned me. The contrast between the smooth, softish breasts and the hard nipples was apparent, and… tempting. Never daring to think sexually about another woman’s tits, my mind was overloaded. I hated the idea that the touch felt so good. That it made me horny beyond belief. I was helpless and like a putty to Ashley’s will.
Ashley noticed my incapacitated condition and murmured, “Emily dear, take it easy. I am here for you.” and next, her hands started lightly knead my boobs. It was a feathery touch, but very sensual, and my arousal reached a new high.
My eyes were mesmerized by her gently bouncing tits and I felt my lips become very dry. As my palms were gingerly squeezing her girls, I licked my lips. Ashley misinterpreted my intentions (Or did she?…) and slowly pushed my face onto her right breast. I was powerless to resist, even if I wanted to. Then my lips met her dark nipple. She pulled my head further and my lips parted around the protruding nipple. I milked it gingerly and heard Ashley groan, “That’s it, baby. Suck Mommy’s breast.”
As my consciousness gradually recovered, her nipple felt good in my mouth. It felt like a tasty pacifier. However, my horniness continued to increase, and I pressed my knees against each other to calm the need I had to rub my cunt.
Ashley was in full control. She realized I was highly aroused and not able to resist her manipulations. She whispered in my ear, “Honey, relax. I am here for you.”
Subsequently, she knelt before me and slowly pulled down the waistband of my panties. My brain screamed, “NO! Don’t do it, please…” but my mouth was frozen and my legs paralyzed. I could only observe yet do nothing about it. Soon my panties were on the floor. Ashley pushed me gently to sit on the bench, spread my thighs, and dove onto my hairless cunt. She gave it a long lick, then raised her face, and said, “Your pussy lips are pretty and smell fantastic. Your juices are tangy sweet. What a lovely coochie you have!”
I was still motionless and could only stare at Ashley’s expert mouth batman escort assault my vulva. Her tongue moved around my love button, careful not to touch it, and now and then added small kisses. Then she lapped the secretions, and her tongue began probing my pussy. My arousal was so high, I thought I was going to faint. I closed my eyes and heard myself whimper.
Ashley blurted, “You were a good girl, love. I’ll let you cum now.” When she finished talking, she inserted a long finger into my hungry pussy and massaged the front wall while her tongue jiggled my clit from side to side. I recall shuddering violently, crying, and… losing consciousness. I wasn’t sure how long I was out, but when I woke up, Ashley was sitting beside me on the bench, gently caressing my cheek. I was confused and couldn’t tell how much of what I remembered was a dream versus reality. My head was spinning, and I was exhausted, yet my body felt energized!
Gradually, my brain started functioning. I noticed Ashley’s top was still exposed, and her terrific tits stared me in the eye. She guessed my desire and mumbled, “Yes, darling, you can.”
I tweaked both her breasts lovingly and then kissed one nipple after the other.
I looked at Ashley shyly, “What did you do to me?…”
She combed my long hair with her fingers and whispered, “Nothing you wouldn’t want me to. Your eyes told me you were ready to enjoy the experience, and I guided you to have a different kind of pleasure. Did you suffer?”
“Not at all, but I was under the impression that acts like that required consent…”
She grinned, “Honey, you never said ‘no’, and not even once pushed me away. Your brain gave me a non-verbal sign your body craved my touch.”
My mind was struggling to absorb what just happened and my body started reacting. I stood up, began to dress up and said, “Ashley, I don’t blame you, but I still think what you did was nonconsensual.”
When I was fully dressed, Ashley handed me a bag with the bra and 2 blouses, and said, “Emily, I am sorry you remember what happened in a bad light. These clothes are yours free. I hope in time you’ll feel better about it and come to my store again. I can help you choose dresses, skirts, and underwear. Take care, honey.”
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For days I strolled around the campus aimlessly. I could not get rid of the picture of Ashley smiling at me as her hand tantalized my stiff nipple. Each time my mind tried to focus on anything else, within seconds, the haunting sight returned with a vengeance, causing my vagina to warm and trickle drops of my pussy juices. I was disgusted and nauseated, but at the same time horny continuously. The worst thing was that I could not comprehend what happened: I had always been heterosexual, or at least that’s what I thought. And out of the blue sky, I felt the hots for a stranger. A WOMAN I just met… I had the urge to feel Ashley’s soft hands trailing my body, tweaking my tits, fingering me, and sending me to heavenly ecstasy… Why did I become so needy?
In my desperation, I registered for a health club and started working out, hoping my exercises would tire me and let me sleep peacefully. However, it was not to be: Dreams involving Ashley kept disrupting my sleep. If only I had a BFF around, we could talk about it, but I had not met anybody yet.
After two weeks of sleepless nights, I was exhausted and gave up. I couldn’t take it anymore and called Ashley, “Hi Ashley. This is Emily. Is your offer to help me find suitable dresses still viable?”
She chuckled, “Yes honey. Come to the store tomorrow at 1:30, and I’ll show you what I have.”
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I entered the store on time. Ashley was dressed to kill: A short, black dress with an exaggerated cleavage, 3″ heeled shoes, hair tied up in a perfect bun, and red hot lipstick.
She smiled, “I missed you. But I knew that eventually you’d get your senses together and come back to me. Tell you what; why don’t we first look for a dress and a skirt, and then we’ll chat about more fun stuff.” I mumbled, “OK…”
“Honey, you are young, gorgeous, petite, and blonde. I remember the two blouses I gave you. Wait in the fitting room, and I’ll bring you some dresses and skirts to try on.”
As I entered the tiny room, I heard Ashley lock the front door and switch the sign to ‘CLOSED’.
Soon after, Ashley came in with a bunch of stuff on her arm. She helped me take off my clothes, and I was left with only my panties on. Ashley handed me a blue dress that was similar to hers, but two sizes smaller. I put it on. It was tight, but felt good on my hips and waist. However, the low neckline on top squeezed my breasts, pushing them upward. The cleavage made my tits look bigger than in reality. I blushed, “I’ll never be able to go out on the street like that.” Ashley, on the other hand, seemed thrilled by the way the dress hugged my figure. She caressed my hand and said, “We’ll see about it. This dress is intended for your body. It highlights your terrific assets, and there is no need to hide them. Now, take it off. Next, she made me put on a sheer lacy shelf bra and then handed me a long, light green evening gown. The dress was beautiful! It was long, reaching my ankles, with a pretty belt which emphasized my narrow waist, and, again, too little on top, revealing much of my breast tissue, barely hiding my nipples.
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