Lesbian
2007-05-18
I will never forget the first time I met Sheyna. It made me regret the fact that I was born a girl. Well I didn't regret it afterwards, but then, I am getting way ahead of myself here. 2 years ago, I was running down the streets of New York, 18 minutes late for my first job interview mad as hell and wearing the most inappropriate blouse which was the one that fell into my hand in my mad scramble. It was too low and I was wearing a green bra to top that up. My only solace was the it was a lady, I had the appointment with, so I was safe. I rushed into the reception almost knocking someone over. The receptionist, a young hottie, looked me over, her eyes going dissapprovingly to my cleavage that left nothing much to the imagination. She made me wait for almost 18 minutes more before she escorted me to this room at the end of the hall. I absently looked at her swaying hips encased in a tight short skirt that ended well above her long legs. She seemed to be blessed with generous amounts of flesh where ever I checked out. She was as tall as me, 5' 6". But thats where the comparison ended. She had a flatter bust and and pointed face.
Her blue eyes had an amused look when she surveyed my assets again, her annoyance slowly evaporating into a thin smile. Her lips were thin and cheekbones high.
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One thing I liked about her was her neck. It was slender and long and made me want to kiss it ! I pushed all these thoughts away as she ushered me to the room. She made me sit and asked whether I would like a coffee. She did that bending towards me attentively and I got a glimpse of her breasts. They were small but lovely encased in a padded bra. She caught me looking that sent the blood rushing to my face again ! Oh god, I am acting like a guy I thought to myself as I declined the offer for coffee and sat down to collect my thoughts. I was trying to make up a story in case I was asked why I was late. Before long, the door opened and I smelled Sheyna before I actually saw her. Her perfume was overpowering and I got up hastily adjusting my blouse clumsily and making it even worse. She came to me and I almost fell into my chair. She was the most gorgeous lady. Brunette with shoulder length hair with deep brown eyes. I was instantly mesmerised by her gaze. She gave me the most appraising look, her eyes faltering a bit at the sight of my cleavage. I kicked myself mentally.
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Here I was, dressed like a slut, in front of the most gorgeous lady I have ever seen.
For a moment I wished I were a guy. She wore a business suit, and I could see a significant bulge under her coat. She wore no make up. This lady didn't need any. Her skin was blemishless and had a wonderful tan suggesting that she spent a lot of time in the sun. Her face was pleasant and broke into a smile easily. Her hair was lose over her shoulders and she had this habit of running her finger just over her ear to put it in place. Everytime her hand went up, I couldn't help but gaze at the bulge under her coat that was trying to break free. Oh my god, I am thinking like a guy, I said to myself, kicking myself mentally. She kept her attention on my resume. There wasn't much on it but she read it attentively. "Er. . maam.
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I am so sorry that I was late for the appointment," I stammered wringing my hands. "Oh thats fine and you can call me Sheyna," she said looking up at me. "Why dont you relax?" she said, smiling again. I felt myself blushing. "Looks like you got dressed in a mighty hurry," she smiled with a glance towards my blouse. I blushed again, straightening up my blouse. Oh gosh, why did I have such big boobs? Well, I am quite proud of them. They are 34D and I do get noticed or rather they get noticed much more than my face. But this is the first time I got stares from 2 lovely ladies on the same day. "Well, Sarah, tell me a little bit about yourself," she asked, her gaze direct but soft. I rambled on about my education and how I needed a part time job to make ends meet. After I finished, she looked at me. "Well, your job will be pretty simple. You will need to be my secretary for a period of 6.
