LUSCIOUS LAURA{SWINGERS 1}

Looking back on a particular and special summer of my youth... I fondly remember the summer where I found sex.

Even though I’m 32 now, married with a fantastic career in banking and two magnificent kids, my mind still wanders back to the six weeks between the end of year exams and visiting University.

As a kid I’d always been considered chubby and was horrified when my breasts appeared before my twelfth birthday; I subsequently spent another six years covering up and concealing them beneath large baggy clothing so I wouldn’t draw any attention from at college.

I barely ever socialized for five or six years at age twelve besides having a little group of other children who’d been in my Maths and Science classes at college. I was what you'd likely now call a geek.

I took after my Dad who's a really successful accountant but dull as Hell; unlike my mom who’d been attractive and conducted her own hairdressing salon and was the life and soul of this party with a great deal of friends.

Dad spent most of his spare time at the Golf Club. I occasionally wondered how they’d got together or even remained married for such a long time.

Don’t get me wrong, I wasn’t 100 percent dull; after locating Dad’s section of filthy books one day, I became fascinated by sex. I'd sneak a few magazines out every once in a while when I was supposed to do assignments, and I’d masturbate furiously while taking a look at the images and reading the sensual stories.

My imagination ran riot and my dreams became wilder and wilder as the tales became naughtier.

I had a couple of distinct boyfriends at this time and even had sex with two of them. Both went to my college, and from the magazines I was studying, I understood they weren’t very seasoned; leaving me happier to have lost my virginity but normally sexually frustrated.

I much preferred wanking off them; then wiping their gunk on a handkerchief so I could sniff them afterwards while masturbating in the comfort of my bedroom.

As my evaluations came to a finish; I started helping at the hair salon; sweeping up and producing the coffee for the employees and customers.

Among those women who worked with Mom was known as Gemma, who was about the same age as me. She was out of a village around three miles off and was the polar opposite of me.

Gemma was quite self explanatory, she drank, smoked and swore like a trooper and she liked cock. She enjoyed penis in any shape and size (and sometimes other colors!). She simply loved penis. In the tales she regaled us on a Monday morning, I was amazed how she could walk straight!

Gemma took great pleasure in embarrassing me with her hot tales, and shortly started probing me for advice about my meagre sex life. She got me to admit I wasn’t a virgin, however, I stopped short of telling her—along with the other girls—how much I enjoyed wanking off boys.

One day when it was silent in the salon, Gemma took it upon herself to give me a makeover. Before I knew what was happening, she had cut colored and styled my hair, then took me clothes shopping (financed by Mom) in the local mall later that day.

A few of the clothing she suggested were quite risqué and even low; not exactly what I'd usually feel comfortable wearing; but Gemma insisted I try them on and when I didn't, she kissed me having a 'good tits and arse combo'! Her favorite saying was ’If you’ve got it, flaunt it!’

I have to confess I felt very sexy when I appeared in the complete length mirror and saw my massive cleavage pushed upward and almost from one definite transparent top (that she made me purchase).

We also spent a small fortune on lingerie; not panties but sexy stuff I wouldn’t have dared look at or ever consider purchasing if I went in on my own.

At one point both people were at a cubicle collectively trying on bras and the air was bizarre as we kept inadvertently bumping into each other's breasts.

Gemma kept telling me she wished she had 'tits like mine', not the 'fried eggs' she had. I advised her that she had 'fairly good tits' (a phrase I‘d never used before), and from what she'd told me the boys enjoyed them anyway. Gemma responded that she'd 'go to the match' if she'd 'tits and an arse like mine'. I believed it was intended as a compliment.

On this day I wore a shortish, gray skirt and a cropped reddish cotton cardigan she’d chosen; and left a few buttons turned to expose a small bit of my pink bra and also a great deal of cleavage, such as she'd advised me to do.

I felt very ashamed as I walked out of the car park together with Mom; who was clearly happy in my transformation, however, was pleasantly surprised by the smiles I got out of a few guys on their way past us.

I felt like a brand-new individual; particularly when the other girls and Mom all complimented me on my new picture.

My most recent boyfriend, Adrian, had been inspired by my abrupt shift and dropped me like a rock once I wore jeans and sexy undies one night and did a striptease for him, which was a pity since he had the biggest cock of my three 'fans', but like others he just lasted a couple of moments whenever we made love.

However, it was a fantastic experience wanking him since he always produced lots of creamy spunk for my handkerchief collection.

I had progressed to sometimes borrowing Mom's vibrators or occasionally bringing massive vegetables such as carrots from the kitchen once I browsed Dad's magazines. I totally loved the sensation of using a greased up cucumber to satisfy my puss while I squeezed on a recently spunked in handkerchief (the memory which makes me tingle with delight as I write this).

Gemma encouraged me to go out with her buddies A few times within the following week, I resisted until Mom said I must go together and 'let down my hair'. I gave in and consented to head to town on the next Saturday night.