[Exhibitionist] Old dogs, teaching new tricks

[sarahw]

Hi this is my first attempt at fiction... Kind of inspired by Model T's response to my first hello. Hope its ok, seems a bit wordy to me. But if people are interested I have an idea of where it might go.

Sarah looked at herself in the mirror, looking closely for changes. The same slightly too fat body stared back at her, the thick thighs on top of short legs. The chubby belly. She smiled as she looked further up at her large round breasts. At least I have one good feature she though as she cupped them, turning sidewise looking at the big well shaped profile. Her smile soon disappeared when she saw her face again. The over-wide smile and smallish eyes all-in-all a bit piggy she thought.

Slumping her shoulders she looked again, hoping the post uni gap year would have left her with something more than a good tan and a bad bank balance. No the same shy girl looked back at her.

Sighing she put on the ugly uniform. All my adventures in Thailand and I am volunteering at a local community hall she thought as she put on the nasty black polo shirt and jeans and set off for work.

The first week passed boringly, lots of putting out chairs and general admin. She started to grow quiet and withdrawn.
The only high point was meeting the bridge club, two men and a married couple who met on a Tuesday evenings. They were all in their late 60s and early 70s. But they seemed fun and Mary was very friendly, always asking after Sarah’s travels, if she had a partner? Sarah grew to enjoy feeling like someone was interested. She also enjoyed that although Mary was in her late 60’s she was an attractive woman, with large heavy breasts and a sexy look in her eye. The only thing she didn’t like was that they guys were always staring at her tits. She had become used to this. Growing up, short with large breasts which developed at an early age, men had invariably stared down her top. However the unashamed way the men were staring made her blush. They didn’t seem embarrassed. Something about the brazen way they would look at her made Sarah unsure of herself. She should be offended shouldn’t she? So why did she see this group as being the highpoint of her week?

One particular Tuesday Sarah dropped in to give in her time sheets when the manager called her over.

“Can you cover tonight’s bridge club? There has to be someone here for insurance and no one else is available? “
“Sure” Sarah replied, “but I don’t have my uniform with me?”

“Never mind take one form the spares cupboard. There has to be someone here in uniform for fire regs.”

With that the centre manager left. Sara dutifully set the table and chairs out before going to the cupboard and taking out the only polo shirt available. To her horror it was the XXS usually used for the young volunteers. Sarah squeezed it on, more to see if it was possible rather than any really belief that she would wear it.

The shirt pressed her breasts tightly to her chest making two large round mounds with clearly prominent nipples, the neck was stretched as wide as possible barely covering the top of her chest. Her cleavage was forced together and up like a comedy corset in a carry on film. Worst of all, the shirt barely dropped below her breasts hanging down loose only as far as half her navel exposing her round chubby belly to the world.

Sarah was about to squeeze out of it when she heard a terrifying noise behind her. In walked the bridge club.
Sarah turned to the wall blushing deeply, wishing the ground would swallow her up when she heard Marys voice.
“Hi Sarah, you are looking very well today”... “I must say you are looking better than I have ever seen you!”
Sarah felt hands gently touch her shoulder and turn her round to face the room, Leading her away from the wall and towards the centre of the room.

Sarah couldn’t lift her eyes from the floor, she felt her nipples harden at the exquisite rush of shame and embarrassment that started at her toes and blushed across her chest turning her cleavage and neck deep red. She mumbled something about getting changed.

“nonsense dear” Mary said and cupping one of Sarah breasts she traced the outline with the palm of her hand. “You al see” she said addressing the room “I told you she had perfect breasts”

Sarah looked up to see the three men had moved the chairs from where they were placed around the table and had sat in a neat line in front of her. Instinctively she tried to cover her body up. She felt Marys old but strong hands gently move her arms down to her sides.

“no dear, you have a fine body it’s a shame to cover it up. You are a beautiful girl and you won’t be happy till you learn to accept this”

Sarah felt her arms being lifted above her head, the tiny polo shirt rode up exposing more of her belly and the underside of her bra, she felt the cold air on her skin and blushed deeply again.
She felt Marys hands under her shirt unfastening her bra then slowly lift off the shirt and bra together. Sarah stood there in her jeans breasts hanging freely looking down and the three older men. Each had their fly open and were stroking their cocks. She heard Marys voice close to her ear. “See dear we all think you are beautiful here, accept it and enjoy it”.

Sarah was so shocked she just stood there, unable to move paralysed with fear and confusion.
Sarah felt Marys hand stroke up over her breasts, expertly palm over the nipple and tease them with her long delicate fingers. Sarah felt her nipples swell and harden under the old woman’s touch, felt her cheeks burn and her pussy swell and moisten in her panties.

Sarah let out a little moan and the woman massaged and fondled her breasts in a way that she had never felt before. One by one she looked at the guys; all looking back at her being touched by the old woman’s hands, she made herself look at their old cocks licking her lips, made eye contact with each one. Sarah felt excitement like she had never known, to be the centre of so much attention, to feel so desired.

Sarah felt Mary gently push her down in front of the first man, she looked up at him her breasts hanging loose her face flushed. He jerked suddenly and came in his lap. Sarah stared at the pool of cum and felt a shudder pass through her body, half in revulsion and half in sexual excitement.

Mary raised Sarah’s arms and she stood and understanding knelt in front of h the second man this time she kept her arms raised causing her breasts to hang high on her chest. Mary gently leaned Sarah forwards so that as the guy came it hit her tits in a big splash.

Sarah moaned as she felt Mary gently rub the old man’s cum into her tits rolling the nipples Sarah gasped feeling her pussy moisten and tingle. The feeling was stronger, so dirty, so horny Sarah rolled her head around and stared at Mary moaning “yes more”

Finally Sarah was led in front of the last man.
“ you have met my husband haven’t you” Mary said “I told him i saw a glint in your eye, now i want you to lean forwards”

Sarah felt her head being pressed down, and saw that she was facing the old man’s cock, the smell of sex was strong as he stroked his long dick the end twitching in her face. Sarah felt her hands move to her own breasts as she was unable to control herself, pleasuring herself by teasing the nipples and rubbing her firm young tits together.
The cum hit her in the face, dripping down her cheek onto her breasts. She stood up a little shakily realising what had just happened. Now she did cover herself up ashamed of what had happened.

She felt Mary behind her turn her round, kiss her gently on the lips. “remember dear you should never be ashamed of what turns you on. I never was”. “ I think you should go home now dear and think about what has happened, and remember how attractive and beautiful you are. I think we will keep the bra, it did not flatter you anyway, you should buy some new cloths”

Dumbly Sarah put on the top she had started this crazy night wearing and stumbled out the door. The night air started to clear her head and as the bus came and she got on she started to feel normal again. However the way the driver looked at her, eyes widening as he clocked her large free breasts behind the fabric, the way they moved as she got her wallet out. It all served to remind her of how sexual she was feeling.

Sarah walked to the back of the bus and sat down heavily. Thoughts and strong feelings coursing through her. She remembered the feeling of a ladies fingers on her nipples and the sensation of the old man’s cum hitting her face and she blushed deep red and her nipples hardened poking through the fabric her breath shortening and panting. At that point she noticed that the two lads who were sat across from her had gone very quiet and were staring across at her freely hanging breasts and hard obvious nipples...

[ModelT-MsDollie]

I have no idea how my comments brought out this great story. But I hope you will continue to write. As far as the length of your story it seems fine to me. We enjoyed every word. Don't worry about the number of THANKS. Most readers don't bother.

We rarely read the fiction. There are so many great real life adventures we'd rather keep it real. I guess the title about the old dogs interested this old dog because we have learned so much here on this forum. I know nothing about you. But feel even though this is fiction there is some truth in this story. If nothing more, a bit of your own wishful fantasy mixed in. Even your user name and the person in the story are the same. Coincidental? Perhaps in the future you will write a few true stories or another wishful fantasy.