My name is Stephanie from Malaysia and this is a true story that I'm writing. There's no pussy eating and tits sucking in my story. Sorry to disappoint anyone who likes pussy eating and tits sucking story. It is about finding my first true love with an older woman. I always have this tendency for women since I was a teenager maybe because I came from an all girls' school. But used to think that I would grow out of it when I'm more matured and older until this woman came along.
CHAPTER ONE
This is how the story begins.
It was seven years ago. I was in mid 20s then with sweet pretty face, long hair and voluptuous body. My boyfriend of two years and I had just broke up. Although he's good looking, I have never truly felt happy with him. Frankly, I didn't even enjoyed having sex with him and that frightened me thinking something could be very wrong with me. Whenever I fantasised about having sex with women, it would bring me intense orgasm during sexual intercourse with my boyfriend and even during masturbation. When we broke up, I felt relieved. Most people would feel depressed but not me. Well, someday I would meet the person that I truly love.
The company that I was working with as a secretary was going to dissolve. Our country was facing a recession and the unemployment rate is going up. I had gone for a few job interviews I saw from the newspaper but none was successful. I was feeling hopeless, disappointed and anxious about being unemployed. I had to get another job before this company closed down and eventually signed up with an employment agency in town.
A few days later, I received this call from a woman requesting me to go for an interview in her company. The company she was working with was looking for a secretary. She told me that the employment agency had contacted her and recommended me for the position. She asked me to look for her when I get there. Her name was Jennifer and she was the Personal Assistant to the General Manager.
The next day I took one-day leave and went to her company for the job interview feeling a little nervous. I had almost given up hope of finding myself a job. Finally I reached the destination and at the reception, I asked for Jennifer. After the receptionist gave me a job application form I seated myself on the couch filling up the form. It took me about 10 minutes to complete the form. It seems like ages although I had only waited a few more minutes when Jennifer came out to greet me. "Hi! I'm Jennifer sorry to keep you waiting." I stood up to shake her hand warmly and greeted her. She has the same height as I am at 5'3" but with smaller tits, short hair and curvy hips. She's about a few years older probably in her 30s and look attractive and feminine in her business suit. She took the application form from me and led me to her office. All the way to her office we talked. Well, she seems friendly and nice.
Her office was situated next to the General Manager's office with glass partition in front but covered with blinds. The door was wide opened and we walked in. A man in his 40s was seated on a chair opposite her table. He smiled at me and introduced himself as he shakes my hand. "I'm Paul, Head of Administration you must be Stephanie." Obviously he was expecting me. I greeted him, "please to meet you" and sit next to him. Jennifer has already seated herself behind her table after closing the door. While she and Paul were studying my application form, I looked around her clustered office. There was a computer rack with a computer on the right side of the wall near the glass partition.
After a few minutes of silence, Paul started the interview by explaining that he was looking for a secretary for his department. Every now and then, Jennifer would also throw me a few questions. Finally to my relieved, the interview ended after about half an hour. Jennifer walked me out of her office and showed me around the company. As she was showing me around, I was thinking to myself, "am I going to be offered the job." As we reached the reception area she assured me she would contact me later of the outcome. At that time, as she was speaking to me I saw her glancing at my breasts. I pretend not to notice so as not to make her feel embarass. No doubt I have well endowed bosom and the tight sweater I was wearing over a flowered skirts has revealed the sexy curves. We said goodbye and I left. The whole day after that I kept thinking about the way she had looked at my body and it made me feel sexy.
To be continued