Learning My Place As a Dogsitter - Sex Stories

Learning My Place As a Dogsitter

... section, always a favorite for young women when I worked here. They love to take selfies in antique mirrors. I think that’s the only reason they ever came in. It’s like wings painted on a building for them, irresistible. We wander through the greyed silver and glass. I check my outfit in a cleaner one. Luckily, I didn’t tuck my cream blouse into my black skirt. I’m a little chubby, but the curves are filled nicely. I look over at Mina. She could be a model with her thigh gap and perky little tits bouncing braless under her loose shirt. My huge floppy boobs could never.

“Hey beautiful,” I call, “Come take a selfie in this mirror.”

Mina flounces over and we get into a cute position. I screw up my face into a goofy look, glasses askew and my brown hair falling in my cleavage we take a few pictures.

“Oh my god delete that one,” says Mina looking at the roll of photos.

“You look good in all of these,” I say.

“Yeah but you’re so thick it makes me look like a stick.”

“Seriously? Ass.” I playfully punch her shoulder.

“Are you kidding? I would love to have these.”

Without warning she squeezes my chest from behind. I see her face over my shoulder in the grimy mirror, who wouldn’t want to squeeze them?

“Are you about done?” I ask after a few gropes too many.

My nipples are a little too big and pancakey to get hard, but the feeling is there either way. She releases me with a pout.

“Are you wearing a sports bra?”

“Yeah, it’s the only thing that keeps ...

... them from being too obvious, you know?” I say, “I started wearing one at school cause all the guys would stare.”

She knows I’m sensitive about my breasts, but we’ve talked about them at length. I look at her brown eyes, she’s got a look on her face I hadn’t seen before. Her nipples are hard through her shirt. She sees me look and blushes.

“Well I’m still jealous,” she says, turning to walk away a little too quickly.

We continue our meandering through old tiles and moth-eaten coats, gossiping about who said what to who’s brother. Mina knows all about the goings on of our podunk town. Soon, we say goodbye to Ms. Howard and she invites us back any time.

“Let’s go to your house,” I say.

“Okay, my parents are out for a few days,” says Mina, “Tea an cribbage?”

“You know it.”

The late Spring sun flickers past the car windows, noon approaches gently. The relaxation of summer sets in and before I know it we’re on her couch playing games.

“I got three fives, that’s two points for 15 and six for the three plus six more for the King,” I say, laying my cards down.

“Wow, you’re gonna skunk me,” says Mina.

I give her a smile, “Hopefully.”

Her house smells strongly of herbs and spices. Iranian descent kind of makes that obligatory. Eating over here is always a good time, the food is so much different than my mom makes. I take a bite of the little pastry her dad made before they left. A few hands more and I successfully skunk her.

“Why are you so good at ...