Annie

This story was inspired by online conversations with a friend.

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I had seen the advert in the local paper some time ago but never thought much about it and now here it was again.

"Ladies, do you feel there is something missing in your life? Is your life a monotonous daily routine? Isn't it time to be good to yourself? Why not join a select ladies group to explore your potential." This was followed by a mobile number.

I thought about it for a while then on impulse one evening in my room I dialed it. A pleasant sounding female voice thanked me for ringing then asked me to send a brief email about myself and my circumstances and contact number to the address she then supplied. She said she would be in touch soon after receiving it.

I did as requested and next day I received a text asking me to call a different mobile number. The same person as on the recorded message answered and after a short conversation asked me if I would like to come to her house for a more 'in depth' chat. She was only about a mile from where I Iive so went round immediately. It was in a short cul-de-sac with six other quite large houses all detached, all in all a pleasant neighbourhood.

She must have been in her mid to late forties, about the same height as me, fairly slim but with a warm and friendly face sporting a wide smile. She introduced herself as Jenny then invited me into the kitchen and chatted while she made coffee, then invited me through to her lounge. We sat opposite each other, her in an easy chair and me on the settee. She looked a little coy before she started to speak.

'Look Annie, could I please ask you that anything said or discussed in here goes no further. Even if after today things go nowhere please do not say anything to anybody?'

It was a strange request and I wondered where the conversation was going. Was it something illegal? What had I gotten myself into.

I nodded my agreement and she lent forward and continued.

'I am going to ask you something very personal which you might find embarrassing but please hear me out.'

I was even more intrigued now.

'Okaaaay' I answered guardedly wondering what was coming next

'Do you masturbate?'

My eyes widened and my jaw dropped. I could feel my face colouring up as she looked at me and her words sank in.

'What?!'

I am 23 years old, my parents only child and still living at home with them. I am a dress size 16 and struggling not to advance to an 18. I have no real friends only work colleagues but no 'tell-all' close friends to share things with. I do not have a boy friend although I have had sex 3 times by different men but never the same one twice. All of them after the 'fat-fuck' experience no doubt. I rarely get invited to social activities or functions and mostly my time at home is spent in my room reading or browsing the internet, a lot on sites my parents would disapprove of.

So in answer to her question yes I do masturbate but to have it put to me so bluntly was a shock which she could no doubt see.

She continued quickly and reached forward to put her hand on my knee.

'I do,' she said, 'and this is what the group in my advert is about. Would you like to know more?'

Still in shock I nodded slowly.

'Okaaaay.'

'There are a lot of women like me who pleasure themselves privately but every week a few of us meet here to do it together.'

I had never been in as embarrassing a situation like this before and I could feel my face getting redder but I also wanted to know more.

'Look, if this is too awkward for you then I'll go no further but from your mail I sensed there was something missing from your life, friendship and openness perhaps?'

I looked at her for a few seconds before again nodding slowly

'I'm not judging you in any way Annie and if this is something you would rather not be involved in that's fine'. Please do just remember what I asked you earlier, confidentiality is important.'

She stood up just as I nodded again.

'I would like to know more and in answer to your other question, yes I do.' Barely more than a whisper.

My face was burning but I also felt excited inside and could detect a slight reaction between my closed thighs. This was a topic I would never have guessed would come up in conversation.

She smiled at me, not a 'got you' grin but a genuinely warm and relaxing smile as she sat down again.

'Almost everybody does but are usually too embarrassed to admit it.' She went on. 'I used to be like that until I read an article about it and realised there were so many frustrated women out there who took their pleasure in private so I cautiously tried the advert you saw. I was surprised at the response I got and although some were not interested when I explained what it was all about, like now, many were so some of us got together and formed a little club.'

Her openness and frankness was relaxing and I began to warm to her and take in what she was saying.

'Would you like to know more? What happens?'

I nodded slowly, 'Ok', still not sure exactly what was coming.

'Ok,' she touched my knee again, 'follow me and I'll give you the tour.'

We went into the fairly large kitchen and she explained that about 8 or 9 of them gathered here first for a glass of wine and chat and then into the next room which turned out to be the dining room.

'We all undress in here and leave our clothes and phones and then come in here. A few leave their bra or blouse on but most go naked' She opened another door to a large lounge. 'All the chairs from in there are arranged in a circle in here each with a towel with more on the floor if needed.'

'I..... I..... I don't think I could do this,' I said haltingly. 'undress in front of other people......... look at me?'

She did.

'Annie, you have nothing to be ashamed of. I presume you are referring to your size?'

I nodded blushing furiously.

'Would it help if I told you that about 6 or 7 of the 20 or so in the group are of similar if not larger size than you?'

I stared at her.

'Nobody here is judgemental,' she went on, 'everyone is different in size, shape and age but their one common thing is their personality and their need for some shared pleasure. They all like to play together and, once they have overcome their initial reservations, have very few inhibitions or hang-ups about their bodies. I have never heard any cutting or disparaging remarks from anybody. There are no models here I can assure you, just ordinary everyday mums and grannies who are looking for some friendship and a little harmless excitement in their lives.'

'They all said it took a little getting used to at first, feeling the same as you do now, but after a couple of visits were able to relax and enjoy themselves. When you get into it you will find just how erotic it is to watch other women openly display and enjoy their bodies and have them visually enjoy yours as well.'

Although I was still horrified at the thought of being naked in front of other people - the post coital comments from one of my 'suitors' always in my mind - I could not ignore the increasing feeling in my lower stomach and the moisture I could feel accumulating inside my vagina. She must have noticed my little comfort wriggle on my chair and smiled warmly at me. I was beginning to like her.

'Grannies?' I asked softly.

'Yes,' she smiled gently, 'the ages range from about 18 I think to mid seventies, mostly mums whose children are at school or who have already left the nest.' She leaned forward a little. 'There is no age limit to pleasuring yourself.'

I looked round the room and saw photos of her with a man and a couple of children obviously her family and taken at different stages of their lives.

'Is that your family?'

She nodded, 'Yes, although the boys have left home now and are at university.'

'Does your husband know about this?'

Her smile broadened. 'Yes he does and in fact he encouraged me to set it up! But,' she went on quickly, 'he has nothing whatsoever to do with this and is in fact banned from the house completely on Thursday mornings.'

She went on, 'It started off on alternate weeks but so many people wanted to be involved it became weekly.'

'He doesn't mind?'

'No he doesn't........ and before you wonder we do have a very good sex life.'

I was finding her approach very open and matter-of-fact and easy.

'........ especially on a Thursday night.' she added softly looking into the distance.

Despite my reservation I smiled with her as she gave a quiet laugh.

'Do you think you would like to try it?'

I was caught on the hop by her question and it took me a little time to answer. Despite the attraction of everything she had said I still had a big hang-up about my body and avoided looking at myself in the bathroom mirror before or after a shower. I again told her I didn't think I would be comfortable naked for others to see me.

'Look, what I have done in the past is invite somebody here on their first visit to just observe what goes on. The regulars are all happy with that and I have not had one newcomer walk away and not come back.' She paused. 'Is that something you feel you might like to do? You wouldn't have to undress although one or two did after a few minutes and joined in.'

I asked if I could think about it and let her know and told her it was not at all what I had been expecting but nevertheless it was an arousing thought.

I thanked her and said I would get back to her within a couple of days. I stood up to leave and as I did she gave me a little card with just a phone number printed on it.

'When you have decided ring me on that number. That is the number for the group and I know that anyone that rings me on that is au fait with what we do.'

All the way home my head was buzzing. It had been so different to what I had expected and with someone who in a very short space of time I had come to fell quite comfortable with. Her whole approach to something that was usually hidden and secretive was so open and natural I couldn't help admire her for what she was doing and her lack of inhibition. I was certainly a lot wetter when I got home than when I left and it didn't take long once I was in the privacy of my room to bring myself to a strong orgasm, her words ringing in my ears. The whole situation had aroused me tremendously.

That evening I thought over everything she had said and realised I had never considered doing anything with a woman in my masturbation fantasies, it was always rugged handsome men who disappeared along with my climax. That's all they ever were fantasies, but here was the opportunity for some real shared intimate action albeit with other women who had the same feelings and needs as I did. I had never seen another woman naked, not even my mother, and wondered how I would react if and when I did but thinking about it, I didn't find the thought repulsive.

In fact the more I thought about it the more I felt I would be happier undressing in front of another woman than I would in front of a man given my previous experiences. They would probably be more sympathetic to my imperfections than men who I knew from experience could be quite cutting in their observations. I was tempted to ring her, Wendy, there and then but decided it was too late and I would think about it some more and see how I felt in the morning.

All the next day I couldn't get out of my mind that there was such an activity taking place so close to my home. I would never have thought of a group like that in a thousand years but there it was and I had been invited to be part of it. My emotions ranged from elation at having found something that might give me real pleasure and companionship to depression when I considered how I looked without clothes.

Even with clothes I'm not much to look at, certainly no catwalk model. I'm just over 5 feet two inches tall, 12 stone (170 pounds) and larger round my middle than I want to be. My face is a sort of round shape which in a woman 20 years older would be described as 'comfortable', no prominent cheekbones or slimline jaw and if I'm honest, just a little podgey. I have a snub nose but thankfully no double or 'turkey' chin, all attached to a rather short neck. My eyes are a grey/blue and my hair could best be described as mousy which is cut simply at shoulder length to occasionally put up into a bun. All in all just someone you would pass in the street without a second glance.

Out of a bra my breasts are heavy and hang down further than I would have liked and are laced with little blue veins just below the surface. My areolae are wide and darker than you would expect from a very fair skinned body, and there were some stretch marks on my stomach from my weight and not from ever having had a baby. My nipples stand out about a half inch when I am excited and are extremely sensitive to my touch. They tend to point more downward and outwards than straight out or up, but only slightly. I have a full bush of dark hair on my lower belly which extends between my legs to my bum. I had seen other women's vulvas on the internet but when I now looked again for comparisons sake I imagined my lips were longer and wider than theirs.

All in all I was disappointed in how I looked and wondered if I could ever bare myself to other women.

After the meeting with Wendy I looked online at women masturbating, ordinary women, young, old, fat, thin, light skinned, dark skinned etc. The one thing that struck me was just how unselfconcious they were and how much they enjoyed the pleasure they gave themselves. I got quite aroused watching them and a couple of times nearly orgasmed as they did.

When I undressed that night I did so in front of my mirror and took a critical look at myself, seeing what the others would see. My knickers were what would be described as 'granny' or plain and came from a high street chain in packs of five. Again my bra was functional with a mere nod to glamour, built more for support than beauty, and it was certainly not the sort of image I wished to display to other women. I needed to invest in something better if I was going to accept the invitation.

The next morning I still felt positive and mulled it over through the day going from excitement to concern thinking about being naked with other people. On impulse I rang Wendy at lunchtime and asked if I could call in and see her on my way home, I just needed a little more encouragement.

When I arrived she already had company and I offered to call back another time but she invited me in and introduced me to Jenny, her neighbour opposite. She was a little shorter than me and probably a dress size or two larger with a warm smile and a soft lingering handshake. I felt very awkward at first until I was told that she was a regular attendee at the meetings and been one of the first to join. I accepted the offered glass of wine and sat to join them.

'Wendy says you are thinking of joining us?'

'Er.... yes.... I am.'

'I'm sure you will enjoy it Annie, the rest of us do. In fact it is sometimes much more of a social event with the sex side of things a bonus.'

Wendy agreed and then went on to explain that as far as anyone outside the group knew they held yoga classes on Thursdays and everyone arrived with a rolled up floor mat to give that credibility to the other neighbours. These apparently were parked in the hall near the front door and picked up again to walk out with.

'We would rather they didn't know what goes on here.'

Jenny nodded, 'Especially Janice at no 7, I've never met anyone as nosy as her. Honestly she gossips like mad. Mind you being a widow and in her seventies I don't suppose she has much else going for her.'

She then perked up.

"You know, the other night hubby commented that I seemed to have lost a little weight and said these yoga classes I went to were doing me some good! He said I should practice more at home..... so I do! Sometimes twice a day!'

The unbridled laughter that followed was so infectious that I couldn't help but join in. I suddenly felt quite relaxed with them and it encouraged my decision to join them

'Look, I would love to come along and see how things go....... but I am a bit embarrassed. My undies are a bit utility I suppose you'd call it, not at all glamorous so I was thinking I ought to do a bit of shopping.'

"Don't worry about that, you should see some of the things some of them wear! You'll have nothing to be ashamed of believe me!'

'But' chipped in Wendy, 'If you do want to splash out a bit I would suggest you go and see Rosemary in that little shop just off the High Street in Exeter. It is quite an overlooked little place but the service is second to none...... but do be sure to ask for Rosemary. She will take good care of you at very reasonable prices.'

They exchanged glances and Jenny nodded.

'Very good care of you but just be open-minded about the things she offers.'

I looked quizzically at her.

'You'll see.' was all she said.

'Have you both been there then?' I asked

Again another exchanged glance but this time with a smile.

'Oh yes....... a few times.'

It was shortly after that Jenny made her excuses and left and Wendy went on to explained how things worked. She said it was impossible to have all the members there at the same time so she had to run a spreadsheet which she showed me on her laptop to keep it down to about 8 people at any meeting. It was first names only. She also told me there were no phones allowed in the room to stop any interruptions and definitely no filming or photos, I could bring any toys I wanted although the preferred method of stimulation was with fingers and not to be surprised at the variety of ways some of them used to achieve a climax.

She said that unfortunately she had filled the rota for this week but I was welcome to come along and just watch, and then she asked how the meetings might fit in with my working hours. Fortunately I was able to be quite flexible with them so assured her it wouldn't be a problem. She asked if I had a yoga mat and when I said I hadn't but would get one she said she would lend me one for this week if I wanted to come and watch.

I asked if there was anything to pay and she shook her head.

'Everybody chips in a couple of pounds or so, just to fund a couple of bottles of wine for the meeting, and there's usually quite a heap of towels to wash afterwards,' she said with a laugh, 'so it helps a bit with that, but no subs or other fees.'

As I was leaving she handed me her spare mat then said, 'Look Annie, I know you are still in two minds about this but please come along and see how things go and if you feel it is not for you, that's fine, But I do think it is something you'll enjoy when you've tried it.'

As I was leaving she gave me a lip kiss, closed but warm, gentle and a little longer than I expected and wished me luck.

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I walked past the shop once without recognising it. It was so not what I had been expecting and stepping inside was being transported back about 50 years. A bell jangled above the door as I entered an adequately lit room with racks of undergarments displayed everywhere, bras, panties and corsets. Even some rather waspish ones that looked as if they might be quite painful.

A fan hanging from the ceiling was slowly turning moving the air round the long room and adverts for various undergarments, some modern and some not so modern, were placed around the shop.

There was a long wooden framed glass display cabinet along one side filled with some exotic looking garments, with a well-worn glass top on which no doubt any transactions took place. As I took it all in the only nod I could see to the 21st century was a squat modern till and a card reader. Other than that the whole place looked as if time had forgotten it.

I wondered if this was the right place and was on the point of walking out when a voice said 'Can I help you?'

It came from a mature well dressed woman with greying hair coiffed in an old fashioned way that seemed completely in keeping with her surroundings. I hadn't noticed her immediately, about my height she was slender and dressed in a dark skirt and jacket with a slight smile and dark rimmed glasses.

'Er...... I was told to come and see you about some underwear.' I said, wondering if I was doing the right thing being here.

'Who told you may I ask?'

'A friend of mine..... called Jenny?'

Her smile broadened.

'Ah..... Jenny....... yes..... please come right in.'

'I was told to ask for Rosemary?'

'That's me,' she said as she offered her hand. 'How can I help you?'

I explained what I wanted without telling her the reason and she nodded knowingly.

'Would you allow me to select a few things I think you might like?' She looked me up and down no doubt gauging my size.

She led me to a room towards the back of the shop which was obviously a fitting room. It seemed strangely out of context with the rest of the store, well lit with fully mirrored walls and a long low armless leather settee draped with several bright cushions. A vase of flowers and some boxed tissues sat on a low table but other than that there was nothing to interrupt the reflection from all angles.

She asked me to undress while she went looking and I did down to my bra and pants. The effect of being able to see my body in the glass especially from all directions gave me doubts about myself, about being there and the whole group thing.

I was in two minds as to whether I should dress and go when she suddenly reappeared with an armful of underwear. She sat down and patted the seat next to her. I sat and she asked my name and a few questions about myself, all very normal and harmless and then she asked how I knew Wendy. I hesitated and she asked softly if it was about her little group.

I looked at her and could feel my face reddening but nodded as it was obvious she already knew all about it.

'Have you been to any of the meetings yet?'

I shook my head. She glanced down at my bra.

"And you wanted some nicer lingerie for when the others see you?'

Even redder and more embarrassed now I slowly nodded.

'Annie,' she said putting her hand on my knee, 'you are the fourth person Wendy has referred to me all for the same reason.'

I must have looked a bit startled but even more so when she went on

'It's so nice to see all my things as they undress.... they look so lovely.'

'You mean you go there too?!'

She smiled and nodded.

'I joined a while ago after Wendy told me about it. She has been coming to me for a long time, long before the club started.' She paused, 'Now, what else did she say?'

I told her what Jenny had said.

'And are you open-minded?' she said softly.

I really didn't know what to say. She was holding my gaze with her hand on my knee and I had this sense of anticipation but for what I didn't know. I slowly nodded my head.

'Right,' she said standing up, 'take the rest of those off and we'll try some of these.'

I stood and undid my bra and put it on the seat before hooking my fingers into my knickers and pushing the down and off. It was the first time I had ever been naked in front of another women and my embarrassment was tinged with a strange excitement. I stood there with my hands covering my crotch as she stepped back and just looked me up and down.

'Is this the first time you have ever been naked with another women?'

I nodded.

'You are beautiful,' she said softly, 'a slightly bigger girl but beautiful.' She paused then, 'Your body is lovely and your breasts are so right for you.'

I felt as if my self confidence had just been given a boost and I smiled but I also became aware that I was getting a little turned on. She stepped back a pace and looked me up and down then said

'I think I have the very things for you but first may I touch you? I need to feel how heavy your breasts are.'

I must have looked shocked as she went on,

'Purely to get a better idea of what type and size of bra we should be looking at.'

I nodded slowly and she came towards me and gently supported them. The feel of her hands on me, untouched by another woman, was so erotic and I could feel my excitement and anticipation increasing. She just lifted them a couple of times then stood back and selected a bra from the sofa.

'Try this one first and we'll see how it fits you.'

I tried it on and she fastened it at the back.

'How is it?'

I said it was ok and she adjusted the straps.

'Can I help you fit it?' she asked.

I looked at her and nodded and she came and stood close beside me. She lifted the top of the bra away from my skin then slid her hand inside it until she was cupping my breast. As she grazed my nipple I couldn't help but give a little moan and she looked directly at me.

'Are they sensitive?' she asked very softly and I nodded hesitantly. She held me for a few seconds, lifted my breast to fully fill the cup then slowly withdrew her hand until her fingers were either side of my aroused nipple. I could feel my face was scarlet but I was getting very damp.

'Is this ok?' she barely whispered and held my gaze until I nodded.

Her fingers started manipulating me gently and I half closed my eyes. It was the most wonderful sensation but only lasted a few seconds before she took her hand away and walked round behind me to repeat the same thing on my other breast. I could hear her breathing was a little shallower now as was mine, then she stood back and admired me before suggesting a different bra.

As I took it off she looked openly at my now hard teats then up to my face.

'May I?' she whispered as she lowered her face to them and took my left nipple between her lips. I had not been expecting it and remained frozen, almost in shock as her tongue gently massaged my flesh, sucking more of me into her mouth. The feeling was so intense I let out a soft moan which made her intensify her suction and wet massage. It was a purely instinctive reaction as I put my arms around her pulling her into me and bending my face down to kiss the top of her head.

'Oh God!' I whispered before she pulled back and did the same to my other breast. I hugged her to me as she sucked gently on my nipples and could not believe how instantly my arousal flared and I knew it would be very obvious very soon. Her kiss lasted quite a few seconds accompanied by her arms encircling my waist then one hand slipping down to the top of my buttocks as she pulled me into her. My breast was pressed flat against her face and I could feel her sucking in much more than just my nipple. I moaned softly at the top of her head and then she released me and just looked into my eyes.

It was then that I smelt myself and I could see from her expression she had too.

'Oh God.... I'm so sorry.... so sorry.' I was almost in tears from my embarrassment but she pulled me to her again and cuddled me.

'Don't be,' she said softly before pulling back slightly and looking straight at me as she said even more softly, 'you are not the only person in that condition in this room.'

I looked at her in surprise and she smiled ever so slightly.

'You are a beautiful and responsive young lady and have aroused me very much.' She gently moved my hair back from my face. 'It is a real pleasure when someone like you comes into my shop.'

From the way she was talking it seemed that this kind of service had happened before, most probably for the other women Wendy had sent to her and of course for Wendy and Jenny themselves. I understood now what they had meant when chatting in the lounge a couple of days before.

She stepped back slightly.

'I think before we try the panties on a tissue might be needed?'

I nodded still embarrassed and reached for the box of tissues in her hand.

'Would you permit me?' she asked in a very hushed voice.

I looked at her for a few seconds before nodding slowly.

'Are you sure?' I whispered.

'Oh yes.' she breathed before getting down on one knee in front of me, her face close to and level with my pubis. She indicate for me to put one foot up on the settee which opened me up and gave her a clear view of my very moist lips. I was suddenly aware the only thing I was nervous about was the strong aroma and not that my most secret and intimate parts were completely open to her gaze but she seemed totally entranced by what was in front of her.

She gently wiped me with the tissue then to my surprise held it to her nose and with a soft moan inhaled slowly.

'You are gorgeous.' she said barely audibly before taking another tissue and giving me a second wipe. I could not believe just how aroused I was and how I was completely loving the unexpected intense intimacy.

Then, looking up and holding my gaze she she started to wipe me again but this time without the tissue. There was no pretense as she repeatedly drew her fingers through my lips going a little deeper each time.

"Oh god!' I groaned softly as her fingers explored my folds, then still looking at me she gently pushed one slowly deep inside me. I hunched forward over her as she mouthed 'Alright?' at me.

'Oh fuck...... yes!' I whispered as she started to gently masturbate me.

I had never experienced anything like it before. It was a world and a half away from the insensitive and painful fumblings of the men who seemed to think it was an offence to their ego not to see me writhing with pleasure. If there was a spectrum for it, this was completely at the opposite end, slow, gentle and careful but determined.

She held my gaze as she slowly moved her finger inside me as well as pulling it out a little only to reinsert it fully several times. Each movement created a sensation that was way beyond anything I had felt before and I was disappointed as she pulled out completely and gazed at her glistening finger. Then, looking up at me again, she slowly pushed it back inside me but this time with another finger beside it.

All I could do was moan softly and hunch over even more as she played me, this time quicker and more forcibly than before but still without any discomfort and I could feel my arousal, already high, taking me towards orgasm. I don't know why but I felt that would be a step too far, too intimate, too exposed but I could not deny the release would be tremendous. She must have sensed my hesitation or reluctance.

'Let it go.' she whispered then tilting her head further back, took my nipple in her mouth and started sucking it.

That did it. I was aware I was moaning but not how loudly and then when the spasms surged through me I was grunting with each pulse. She kept her fingers stilled inside me as I came and I could feel a liquid running down the thigh on my standing leg at the same time as a soft 'splat' as some drips hit the floor. As I began to calm down and the intensity of the situation decreased I started to feel acutely embarrassed. Not from my climax but from the sheer mess I had made.

'Oh my god!...... I am so sorry...... it has never been like this before...... I'm so so sorry.' I was nearly in tears but she just smiled and softly said 'Ssshhhh'

She slowly pulled her fingers from me causing a few aftershocks then just held her hand up. My juice was literally dripping from it and she examined it closely before taking a wadge of tissues and wiping her hand before guiding me to sit on the settee. I resisted at first.

'But...... the mess?'

My embarrassment was such that I was close to tears but she smiled and brushed my reluctance aside.

'It wipes.' she whispered simply and as I thankfully sank down the thought struck me that I wasn't the first to cause the seat to need to be wiped clean. I understood what Jenny and Wendy had meant now.

As I sat waiting for my heart to stop pounding and my breathing to calm down she sat down beside me and put her arm around my back.

'Annie, you are a truly beautiful young lady' she said softly. 'never doubt that.'

I smiled wanly at her and concious now of my nakedness reached for my clothes.

"Take your time...... and I'll get us something to drink. Coffee? Tea? Juice? Water?'

I asked for water and as she left the room I wiped myself and started to dress. By the time she returned I was in my bra and panties but she asked me to sit for a while and talk with her. She told me about how she had come to be involved with the club and said her assistant went there sometimes too. I hadn't seen her but apparently she was about my age and a similar size and had been a regular almost as long as Rosemary.

After I had dressed and calmed down I made to leave and she bagged the bra and pants and held them out to me. 'Please take these as a gift...... and a thank you. I hope to see you in them one day', she said, 'It's been a real pleasure meeting you Annie and I hope you will visit my shop again.'

She paused and looking straight at me added softly 'You wouldn't necessarily have to buy anything.'

We cheek kissed and I left the shop with a burning face and hurried to my car. I sat in it for a long time just reviewing the events of the last hour or so and recognising the ongoing moisture in my vagina. Something had just happened that I would never have imagined in a thousand years, but it did and I felt more relaxed and content and better about myself than I had in a long time.

As I played things over in my mind I realised I had been completely naked in front of another woman, that I had been more aroused in that short time than I had in years, and I couldn't remember ever having cum so intensely before. It had been totally unexpected and a revelation about how someone else saw me, not as an overweight slob but a desirable person.

I decided I would join Wendy's group as I drove home.