Recently i started having these experiences with other women. I am 43 year old married woman. I have two son’s. I am a fairly “robust” woman; i am not fat or anything like that, I am"big-boned". I have a healthy figure. I am 5′11 tall and i have a very large breasts , side hips and big butt. They make me look huge. I’ve always had big boobs. I easily had the largest chest in my high school. But I was one of the “lucky ones” that’s never had her boobs grabbed, touched, or jiggled before i moved here in this small town. Probably because of my size and my bitch resting face. I apparently intimidated a lot of people which discouraged harassment.
I often feel powerful and confident, thought sometimes I feel like I can be accidentally intimidating (I’m 5’11”). I come from old money. I grew up rich. I admit that i am used to a lot of money and expensive things because of this.
When I’m feeling low self esteem sometimes I feel too big, and get very self conscious about being larger than other women. But usually I can get out of that headspace by putting on a badass outfit that only a very tall statuesque woman could pull off. A lot of people think that I’m stuck up upper middle class arrogant overdressed snob because I tend to ignore them. I can come as arrogant and stuck up depending on the setting. I got the feeling that a lot of people think i am just arrogant snob. I barely have any friends. When I do speak with people, I tend to be overly nice to compensate and I guess that comes off as fake which definitely doesn’t help the situation. People around me have always said that I come across as snobby, stuck on myself, and unfriendly. I have been told that I seem snobby and it is because I don’t speak up in groups where I am not comfortable. I have had people ask me if I thought I was better than others.
I joined this forum because i want to write in details all the incidents and discuss about it. I want to share my experiences. So I will give it a try.
I moved here in this small town with my family about three months ago. I became a wine store owner about two months ago. This woman Megan needed money, so i literally invested in her wine store/lounge. We partnered up. .
22 days ago we had this gathering for my partner’s Megan 60th birthday party in the wine store/lounge. I arrived there. I was wearing a red long sleeve satin blouse buttoned up to the top tucked into black satin pencil skirt, sheer lace hold up nylon stockings and 5 inch heels red shoes. I had full make up on. I left my coat in my car. This really short like 5 ft 3 pale face thin lips light brown haired with Chin-Length haircut woman in her mid 40s approached me and said to me
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"Hi my name is Rachel. I am Megan’s niece. You must be Martha. Wow. You stand out a bit in a crowd. You are towering over every one here. You are real. My aunt said that this giant elegant classy woman is her new partner, but i had to see with my own eyes. I am mesmerized by your vastness. I have never seen tits as big and as shapely as your tits, I can’t stop staring at the size and the shape of your tits through this satin blouse.Wow. You are such a massive woman. Your breasts look absolutely huge, even with your blouse buttoned up to the top. They are vaulting off your chest and being seen from your side and even behind you i can still see your breasts. Your butt is big and heart-shaped also. Your pants are so tight on you. This fancy clothes are so tight on you because of your body type. i love your blouse. You are so elegant and over dressed. Your clothes are so shiny. You are so polished and shiny in this flashy satin clothes on your high heels. Your blouse is so tucked into your skirt.
You are so overdressed, on high heels with full make up on. You are dressed in satin head to toe, for Christ sake. These fancy clothes must be expensive. You are so rich.
Your breasts are sooo large. They are massive. On a shorter woman they would look cartoonish or disproportionately huge , but you are a giantess, so I knew that they are a double handful of natural massive breasts. ! This satin blouse you are wearing is so tight fitting that stretches taut across your chest, it is buttoned up to the top but the buttons are almost threatening to pop free.“ small weird Rachel continued with great enthusiasm. ” I am fascinated with the size of your boobs. As you can see I am totally flat. My breasts are tiny. You are such a big woman. Standing next to you i look like a midget. " She was in flat shoes and i was on high heels, i am 5ft11 tall and that, coupled with being well built and well endowed( I have very large breasts) , i was really like a giant standing beside this weird woman. I watched as this weird small woman Rachel moved her eyes all over my body. She appeared delighted with my figure. Like all the men in my experience, she couldn’t keep her eyes off of my breasts. I was embarrassed by her attention.
She said to me" Wow. You are so shiney. Why are you so overdressed? You look so glammed up ".
“ I like dressing well, and looking presentable. I ’d rather be wearing something i feel good in than look like i just rolled out of bed.I wear high heels every day too.All the time.” I answered to her.
“I live in the neighboring county. It is a 50 minutes drive from here to my place. ”. she told me. We had the most awkward conversation, like really weird, long pauses.
Then i sat at the table. Rachel purposely seated next to me on my left side. She begun flirting with me. I wanted to appear friendly and open, so i ignored the obvious flirtatious connotations of Rachel’s questions and comments. I was well aware of how close she was to me, but i wasn’t sure how to extricate myself from the situation without offending Rachel; having never had the experience of another woman “coming on” to me, didn’t know WHAT to do.
Rachel stared openly and quite brazenly at my chest. She put a hand on my left thigh. I flinched when this happened, i was VERY uncomfortable at the intimate touching, but considering Megan’s birthday party, i didn’t want to risk angering Rachel by objecting to this unsolicited (and unwelcome) contact. As the conversation continued Rachel slowly inched her hand up higher on my thigh. I almost blurted-out an objection, but catched myself just in time. I silently endured
After about 20 minutes, i managed to excuse myself, i got up and went to the restroom. About ⅚ minutes later i was fixing my make up at the mirror , when this weird small pale woman Rachel walked in. She came up behind me, pressed her body up against me from behind, and then reached around me and began fondling my breasts through my blouse and bra .
“I can’t even bring myself to say it,” i retorted. “But I don’t think I need to tell you how incredibly inappropriate this is.”
Rachel’s hands were small, but they managed to cup my tits with ease, squeezing them . She merely massaged my breasts. I had no idea why i hadn’t slapped her hands away.
“I think it’s very appropriate,” this small pale woman Rachel told me. “You’ve got amazing tits, big Martha. And I’ve been going crazy looking at them in this red satin blouse.”
“Well, you shouldn’t be looking at me that way,” i reprimanded her. My problem was that i have especially sensitive boobs, and feeling a pair of hands fondling them was making me feel better than i should have.
“I can’t help it, big Martha” she told me, giving my breasts a firm squeeze. “You look so good in this blouse. You are huge, but in a good way. You know, you are much hotter than any woman I’ve ever slept with , and a couple of them are pretty hot, too. ”
I felt myself blush at this weird small woman’s Rachel compliment. At least my back was to her and she couldn’t see, but by now there was no way she could miss the taut hardening of my nipples. And when my nipples got hard it was pretty much impossible to resist the feeling of a pair of hands on my tits. But woman’s hands? It was too wicked to even imagine, except that i wasn’t imagining this.
“Rachel, I’m happy you think that i am good looking , but this is no way for a woman to express herself. I am a heterosexual married woman ”
Rachel pressed her face on my back and inhaled deeply, ignoring my admonishments. “Mmmm, big Martha, you smell so good.”
She was pressing her body up even tighter
I nearly frozed with shock. This weird small pale woman Rachel was making my pussy quiver with dripping heat.
“Rachel, this is wrong. Oh my god, it’s just so wrong. You have to stop,” i protested.
But i never made a move to stop what was happening. My pussy was rapidly heating, leaving my mind in a blur.
“God, big Martha, you feel amazing,” Rachel moaned.
Rachel’s hands were practically mauling my tits and she started grasping at my swollen nipples through my blouse and bra.
“Rachel, no, ohhhh no, we have to stop this right now!” i cried.
But my heart was pounding wildly. She was squeezing my tits ever tighter. She was grinding against me desperately
But then this woman walked in, Rachel finally released my breasts and pushed herself away, she left me leaning in front of the mirror, breathless while my aching pussy dripped heavily into my panties.
By the time i turned around, Rachel was already walking through the doorway. If it weren’t for the aching wetness between my legs, i wouldn’t be sure such an unbelievable thing even happened. I walked out of the restroom and sat back at the table. Rachel sat next to me. .
Before i could figure-out how to broach the subject, Rachel solved the problem for me:
“Probably there is quite a mess in your panties,” she murmured.
“Umm; yes, ,” i conceded.
Just then, Rachel reached-under the table and right between my legs, flicking a fingertip against the crotch of my panties.
Gasping, i flinched, and struggled to my feet. I looked around to see if anyone has noticed us.
“Come with me,” Rachel ordered, getting-up from the table, she pulled me uncomfortably close to her. She pressed her head into my breasts. She caressed my back
She slid her hands down my back, resting her palms on my ass.
I looked around to see if anyone is watching this small skinny weird pale woman Rachel groping my ass. She continued feeling me up;. She used one hand to continue fondling my big but while the other slid up to cup and fondle my left breast through the satin blouse and bra encasing them. Nimble, knowing fingers find and toy with my erecting nipple. I was speechless as Rachel groped and squeezed, fondled and pawed me. My heart was racing; my face felt hot. Some of the women were watching me being felt-up by this small weird woman Rachel .
We stopped dancing and went back to our seats. I hoped i wasn’t blushing too noticeably.
Once we were seated, Rachel continued her groping , caressing my pussy under the table while other talked, danced, and socialized all around us. I was angry and humiliated, but, God help me, i was also incredibly turned-on. Rachel’s expert fingering was getting me hotter by the second, and i suddenly realized that i am very close to having an orgasm in the middle of a crowded wine store/lounge!
With a low whimper, i shuddered through a mini-orgasm while Rachel kept up her digital fondling. With a wicked grin, Rachel leaned close and whispered,
’You’re a hot bitch, big Martha! You are so radiant and tall and big and soft. "
Ashamed and unsteady, i muttered “Excuse me”, and somehow made it to my feet and to the restroom, trying to ignore the wetness i felt trickling down my thighs. Inside one of the stalls, I wept silently, and wiped myself off as best could. I sat there for a few more minutes, trying to figure out what to do next. I got out of the stall. There were two women there fixing their makeup . Then Rachel walked in.
She ordered me to turn and face the mirror. Once i did so, Rachel moved behind me, cupping my breasts from behind. I remained silent. The pair of women in the restroom were weirded out ,but they continued chattering and gossiping . Rachel lifted my breasts with her both hands. I successfully stifled a groan as Rachel’s fingers expertly stroked my swollen nipples through the satin blouse and bra. I felt warm fluid leaking from my rose petals as Rachel’s fingers tug and flick at my nipples. i was terrified of the gossipy wind-bags who were watching; but i was strangely turned-on at the same time.
The chattering women finally left. Rachel’s hands resumed fondling cupping, hefting, and squeezing my breasts for the next two/three minutes.
Then she finally released my breasts. “OWWW!” i yelped, as i felt a hard slap to my left butt-cheek .
“ I’ll meet you later, big Martha. I am staying at my aunt’s house I’ll meet you in my room then” Rachel offered.
“No. I can’t. I am heterosexual woman. I am a married woman. I am not attracted to women. Emotionally and physically women just didn’t do it for me. I can only imagine myself in a commitment with a man. I am married I can’t. ” i reluctantly declined her offer.
I walked out of the restroom on still trembling legs. I wanted to go home. I was totally confused. I grabbed my purse. My partner Megan stopped me and said to me “Martha my poor niece is drawn to you . It is a good thing that you let her to grope you.Thank you for tolerating her. Please don’t slap her. ”
I was flustered and confused, so i replied “ It is not a big deal. Don’t worry. I am not going to slap her” " I was flustered and confused, i left. .
TO BE CONTINUED
