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Heather 19a (ff)
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HEATHER AND HER ADVENTURES PART 19A BY "RAMAPO"
It was the fourth day at the new internship job and Amy, her
manager for the term, suggested lunch. The firm was unusually
busy, and Amy was really pressed for time to get a presentation
together for a key account on the following Monday. So far,
Heather barely had had time to learn where to hang her jacket and
go to the bathroom.
But, she didn't mind a bit, because she and Amy had hit it
off immediately. Amy was Heather's height, very dark hair always
perfectly in place, a beautiful face, the highlight of which were
her dark, luminous eyes that seemed to go soft and a bit,
unfocus from time to time, and a full, slightly wide mouth
capped with swollen lips. In spite of her very professional
dress and demeanor, her overall appearance was attractive in the
extreme.
Although she wore expensive, very conservative suits,
perfectly cut and hung, Heather's knowing eye detected the very
full, wide-set breasts swelling from the ribs, just barely hidden
by her arms, clearly being carried high, but restrained and
pushed just-so, the clothing line not being broken, but every
rare once in a while, suddenly making their presence known if you
were looking in just the right place.
Narrow high waist, flaring to full hips, nicely disguised by
careful selection of skirts and, appearing below the modest
length skirt, straight, very long legs in silk stockings and high
heels.
Heather was picking up the details of her job very quickly,
and had already begun to make some suggestions about the
presentation, quickly taking over the computer job of creating
the screens and slides. Her vast resources at the school helped
her find some unusual backdrops and backgrounds, and filters to
process certain objects with very unusual effects. The
presentation had begun to take on a very sensual undertone, which
stuck Amy as just the grabber she was looking for, as the client
marketed many different women's clothing lines and lingerie. The
previous account associate, a guy with a supposed inside track to
the top, had failed to produce the presentation and dumped the
entire thing on Amy just as Heather had arrived, fresh from
personnel.
In a bit of very frank discussion, Amy had revealed to her
that she was sure the guy just wanted a good reason to get her
fired, even if it meant loosing the account to make it happen.
She was sure he and others were plotting this to give them a
reason for not promoting her to executive. This lunch was the
first time they really had to talk about anything other than
work.
Amy kept looking at her slyly over lunch, but Heather caught
her from time to time. As dessert came, she began, somewhat
tentatively.
"You are very bright and a fast learner and you could do well
in business. But we must do something about your, well, your
clothes. I hope you don't mind my being so blunt."
"Well, I'm still in college and don't wear much except jeans
and sweatshirts most of the time. I have some nicer things at
home, but never needed to wear them." Hell, she thought, half my
friends don't want me wearing anything, most of the time, and
they never complain about how I look!
"No, not church clothes, or party dresses. That's not what I
mean. You must look very professional, especially as a woman.
You are a very beautiful and sexy woman. You have a wonderful,
almost too full figure, and in these clothes, it is there for all
to see. But at work, you must not let such things get in the way
of business. And it will. Men. And women, too," she glanced
into Heather's eyes and smiled, "will be quite distracted. We
are all human. We all have our desires and needs. The sex drive
is very, very strong and affects people all the time without them
knowing it. No, you must be a sexy woman at all times, but
always appear the professional at work. You must be sexy for
yourself, even erotic if you like, but hide it from others during
work. It is the only way to keep everyone's attention on the
business."
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to dress improperly. I'll go home
and..."
"No. No. You are thinking I am criticizing your clothes. I
am not, not in the sense of you being just anyone. You will do
much better than anyone, you have the mind and intelligence for
it, and the energy. But, right now, just starting out, and as
anyone would expect, you are dressing like all the other women in
the building. And for the everyday work girl, without a real
future, it is fine. But you can do much better. After lunch, we
will steal an hour and I will walk you around and introduce you
to all the women who have aspirations to get ahead in the
business. Then, we will go back to my office and you will tell
me what is wrong with their clothes and dress. Remember what I
said about distractions."
For the first time in her life, Heather felt like her body
might not be right, not be acceptable to others. She loved her
body, but right at this moment, Amy might be telling her
something else. Amy seemed to sincerely want to get her point
across. On the surface, it seemed an obvious point to make. Sex
in the office was in the magazines and news all the time.
On the way back to the office, Amy quietly mentioned that she
had made an appointment for Heather at a specialist in lingerie
and another at a shop that custom made business suits for women.
For the outside appearance to be so controlled, the undergarments
must be just so, able to be sexy, free, but controlled in special
ways that normal bras, or panties, or pantyhose could never hope
to achieve except by occasional accident. Instead of coming to
work first thing, she was to first go to the lingerie shop. Amy
then stopped on the sidewalk.
"The lingerie shop is run by Jan Fleming. She is a genius
at, well, very special undergarments, as you will soon see. To
fit you, you will have to completely undress. Is that a
problem?"
"No. It seems there is no other way to be fitted for those!"
"And, she takes many measurements, some a bit unusual, and
will mould your body so she can have a bust to work with when you
are not there. The mould process is also a bit unusual. It does
not hurt in the least, but..."
"OK."
"And I should warn you that Jan is a bit aggressive, I mean
she is attracted to some of her clients, and can be a bit pushy
about it."
"I think I can handle her."
"Jan has a sister, Enid. Enid is not in the business, but
Jan and Enid live together above the shop. You will have
complete privacy, but Enid occasionally comes down and hangs
around. Jan will make her leave if you find her presence
uncomfortable."
The tour of the building took about forty five minutes and
they met and talked with six other women. Then they went back to
Amy's office.
"OK, you remember what I told you about how you must look
professional and not let your sexiness intrude into the work.
Tell me what you saw."
Heather began to describe visible cleavage, one woman was
bra-less. She didn't need a bra for support, but her nipples
were just faintly visible as bumps through her jacket. One skirt
too high, one skirt the right length, but cut up the side quite
far. One woman sat and her skirt pulled up just a bit high. One
woman was wearing very expensive lingerie, probable a teddy, and
the intricate lace was visible through the blouse.
Amy finished the critique. Long hair worn loose, lipstick
too bright, one outfit just a bit too tight. Visible panty lines
on one woman when she walked away from them. One outfit was
badly wrinkled in the back. One woman's shoes needed polish
badly.
"So, " Amy finished, "some were too sexy or to obvious, some
sloppy, some just poor taste. And all of it is a distraction, no
matter if a small distraction. And tomorrow, each will have some
other distraction to divert attention. Some are doing it on
purpose, some are just not aware. You must ALWAYS be aware each
day before you leave the house, and fix anything that is wrong.
Then, with the right clothes, hair, and makeup, you can basically
forget it for the day. I know from personal experience that
things go much better when you get it right. And it in no way
prevents me from being erotic, or expressing myself, if a bit
more privately. I can allow myself to be very aroused, even to
the point of orgasm, or even orgasm in the right place, and you
could not tell."
"Now, go into my private bathroom, look in the full length
mirror and tell me what you see."
It was a surprise. Heather always prided herself on looking
good. But now she wondered, good for what? "Hair long, pulled
back, but some loose and flying around a bit. Lipstick just a
bit too bright and not on completely evenly. The full swell of
my tits very obvious through the blouse, with it being pushed out
of shape and stretched a bit. Skirt too short and the hem not
completely straight. Just of hint of panty lines and my
stockings are not on straight. Shoes, well maybe good for
tennis?" And they both laughed.
Amy had stood behind her and now said softly. "If we were at
a movie, or out to dinner, or just meeting to talk, you look, and
smell (she leaned close - Heather could feel the warmth of her
breath on the back of her neck. A thrill went down her back.)
wonderful. I admit I have a hard time not watching you as you
walk." She stood back. "And that is a problem here. Not out
there. Here, I can't afford to get wet between the legs every
time my beautiful assistant leans over, or jiggles as she walks,
or lets me see her pussy when she sits. I must shock you,
talking this way. But you must be aware at all times that you
can control the effect you are having on the people around you.
Especially when you did not have any intention of causing such an
effect. Frankly, I love the erotic way you make me feel when I
look at you, but it is too distracting."
Heather turned to face her. "I'm sorry if I have made you
distracted. I will do better. I promise. I like the work....
and I like you, a lot,....and...."
"Tomorrow, you go get fitted. In the meantime... " she
reached over and pushed the door shut. "Take off the bra and let
me suck you. I will never get any work done until I have you."
Heather suddenly realized how much she wanted her as well.
Eager hands pushed her blouse open as buttons were eased out of
the garment, and the two hands filled with her breasts, still
encased in the white cotton bra, then, the bra clasp released and
Amy pushed the cups up and off and leaned down and her full, red
lips parted and she took the already hardening tip of her right
breast into her mouth and closed around it. Heathers eyes went
closed and her hand caressed the back of Amy's neck. Amy pulled
the full breast into her mouth and her rough tongue lashed the
now turgid, inch long nipple, and growing. They both groaned and
Heather felt her cunt go wet. Amy switched tits and Heather's
belly jumped as the electric sparks set her pussy on fire.
Heather reached to take Amy's jacket off her shoulders but
Amy pushed her hand away. "I can't afford to get messed up. Let
me do this. I can get off on tit sucking alone. And I'll teach
you how, later..." Her mouth filled with nipple. It was
torture. Heather was having a hard time standing. They backed
to the wall and Amy pushed both full breasts, with their cock
like nipples standing up, together and sucked them hard.
Heather moaned, gasped and started to pant. "Oh. OH. My
pussy is wet. That is so NICE! Suck me, oh Amy. It hurt's.
No, suck, suck me. Both, suck both. OH, OH. I'm going to
come!" It was more a groan of surprise than a sentence. She had
only once before cum from this activity alone, and then it was
quite painful.
Amy, the long nipple now deep in the back of her throat,
slipped her hand down the side of her skirt and into a hidden
pocket. At the bottom was the gold ring attached to the taut
gold chain that ran down her now pulsing belly and disappeared
into the very lush forest of hair guarding her pussy. Inside,
her straining clit, swollen and standing rigid like a small cock,
had another very small gold ring securely wrapped around and
clipped to it's base. As her finger found the gold ring in the
pocket and began a quick series of tugs, her own lust soared.
Heather was shaking and moaning louder. "Yesssss. Ohhh.
Yess....Oh. Oh." Amy suddenly grunted and pulled very hard on
the turgid flesh as her head bucked back. Her orgasm was sudden
and quite intense. Heather's own lust responded to the sudden
jerks and she exploded again. "Hhhhhhhhhhnnnnnn... Ungh. Ungh."
She was shaking and trembling. Another wave hit her.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh" It was a hiss of unleashed passion. Amy's
finger twitched rapidly and another orgasm built and released.
Her cunt filled with come and her pussy was on fire. In seconds,
another orgasm hit her so hard she released the two overworked
boobs and pressed face first into Heather's cleavage, dazed for
the moment. Heather felt her trembling in her arms. After
several minutes, Amy backed away and they both just stared in
slightly dazed satisfaction at each other. There was chemistry
here on a level Heather had never experienced before. In spite
of having just had two very intense orgasms, she was surprised to
find she was immediately horny again and would welcome more
activity.
Heather said, "I see what you mean about it getting in the
way of work. God, you could suck me like that all day! That was
great!" She reached out for Amy, who had back up a bit and now
stayed out of reach. Amazingly, only Amy's lipstick was just a
bit smeared and she soon put that to right. Heather's breasts
were tinged red and pink from the eager assault. And her nipples
were still tingling.
"Yes. But we must work. Tomorrow you go get fitted." But
her mind didn't clear all afternoon. Heather would be a problem,
she decided. A sweet, delicious problem to be solved over the
summer. Just the thought of Jan fitting Heather and knowing what
was about to happen got her hot again, and she reached for her
pocket. She already knew she'd have to change the absorbent pad
between her legs shortly.
In the morning, Amy slipped down to Jan's just before they
opened and was let into the back room, behind a wall. A wall
with a very small hidden camera and a TV on the other side.
Heather was on time and Jan introduced herself. A short
woman with a nice figure and short hair, she said she was
expecting Heather and they went to the back room and locked the
door.
Jan started. "We do not sell lingerie from the rack. We
make everything custom to the exact measurements of the customer.
Amy has informed me as to the items you will need. There may be
some optional things you will prefer, but you can discuss that
with my sister Enid later if you like. Do not worry about the
bill. Amy will have her firm pay for everything as part of the
cost of some proposal you are working on. I am to bill her for
these things as "Visual Aids"! They both laughed.
"First, you must undress. Just place your things over there.
Then, I will take measurements. They must be very exact, of
every aspect of your body, and very complete. I will not hurt
you, but you may find some of the measurements a bit stimulating.
That is a necessary part of getting a correct fit."
By then Heather was undressed. Jan looked her over very
carefully, walking around her. Suddenly, Heather felt Jan's tits
press into her back and her two hands reached between Heathers
arms and lifted her tits slightly. The fingers began to
manipulate her nipples, which grew in length as they always did.
After almost five minutes, Heather was very aroused, but Jan then
stopped and quickly measured the straining nipples for length and
diameter, whistling out loud as she did. They were the longest
she had ever seen, and were going to be a big challenge. She
measured the distance from the nipple to her waist and, just as
suddenly, ran a finger into Heather's now damp box and found the
semi-swollen head of her rising clit and stoked it. Heather
jumped and gasped. "Quite a little man you have there." Her
surprised look grew as the clit stretched out even further and
now she was stroking it like a slim cock. Heather was almost
fainting and an orgasm began to rapidly build. But just as soon
as it was obvious it had reached its maximum length, Jan again
stopped abruptly and took another serious of measurements, both
of length and diameter, and of distance to other parts of her
body. All these figures were written down.
Just as suddenly, the intimate touching stopped and the rest
of her normal measurements were taken. Seemingly hundreds of
them. Heather, still floating from the sexual high she had been
on, almost croaked out, "Is, is that all?
"Not quite my dear. Sit on the chair and raise your legs and
hold them straight up by your head by the ankles. We must
measure your pussy." Now this was getting very outrageous, but
Heather had been warned.
Heather was quickly in the chair and had her legs up when the
woman sat on the floor in front over her, between her raised legs
and began to measure the length of her clit, thickness of lips,
distance to her pink asshole. Setting the tools aside, she
suddenly leaned forward. "Now, we must see them swollen from
sex." And her tongue, surprisingly long, plunged into the now
sopping pussy and began to eat her as she had never been eaten
before. The orgasm hit in less than a minute, followed by two
more. Her pussy was on fire. Between each orgasm, Jan would
clamp the tools to the various parts and quickly write something
down. Heather saw none of this, as her head was back and she was
lost in the lust of the assault on her lower body. A drawer was
opened and a series of dildos was produced, each one unusual as
it had its size marked on the sides for length and end for
diameter. These were introduced to both her pussy and ass in
turn, in larger and larger sizes until each hole would stretch no
more. Jan wrote down the sizes while one hand slowly pumped them
in and out of each hole, stretched as Heather had never been
stretched before. Her insides were stuffed full and the nerves
were on fire, sending rapid fire pulses to her brain. Another
massive orgasm was building up, her butt bouncing on the chair.
Just as she almost reached the top, Jan stopped her thrusting and
pulled Heather to her feet, dongs still firmly in place. Before
she could resist in her dazed state, she was led to a rig of
tubes, bars and dangling straps. In seconds, Jan had strapped
her into rig so that it held her firmly upright, but let
Heather's entire upper torso be exposed with nothing in the way.
She just couldn't move or twist. Jan brought a bucket of a blue
liquid over to the chair and began to smear it over Heather's
still turgid chest. The breasts were swollen and the nipples
stood up proudly. Heather was moaning. And the stimulation of
the wet fingers sliding over the tender flesh awoke still more
sensations.
"Please, please make me come. I need to come. Fuck me.
Please fuck me."
Jan began to slowly pump the dildo in her pussy keeping
Heather hanging on the edge of a climax, but always stopping just
before she went over the edge. She kept building up the warm liquid
on her front and over her shoulders. The liquid quickly began to gel
and tighten slightly over the straining nipples and tits. As it
tightened, the tingles it caused sent more sparks to Heather's
frantic brain.
Now the butt dong was worked and Heather's muscles were
trying to hump, but she couldn't move. This was exquisite agony.
Front dong, then back dong. Always slowly and never fast enough
for Heather's system to be pushed further up the tension scale.
A perfect balance. Faster and she would come. Slower and she
would begin to come down. The liquid got thicker and thicker.
Now it was being applied to her pussy up to her waist and over
her hips and butt, spreading around the stretched cracks, As it
filled the spread holes, Jan pushed the dongs in till they hit
the limit of Heather's body, and she left them there, with
Heather groaning and gasping, hotter than she had been for a
long, long time.
"Please. Please.' She was begging. Jan ignored her.
"These moulds must be as you are when you are as hot and full
as you will ever be, or the lingerie will not do what you will
require. You must endure a bit longer. It is pleasant to be
fucked this way?"
"God, yes. Please... How.. long... must.... I.. wait?"
"One hour. Do not worry, I will give you some more pleasure
to help pass the time. You will not believe how fast an hour can
go by."
At that, she attached two thin wires to the end of each dong
and turned on two switches on the workbench. The dongs were
vibrators! The sudden tingle caused her to grunt and sigh. But
never did the dongs vibrate hard or for long. First one, then
both, then the other. Then silence. Then they were back.
Heather would never believe she could hang on the edge of an
orgasm like this, juice pouring from her cunt, but trapped inside
by the now hardening coating, she swam in her come. She was
floating and every nerve in her body was screaming for release.
The minutes passed.
"Please."
"Thirty minutes. You are doing very well. Most are
screaming by now and I have to gag them."
"On, please."
But there was no respite and then Jan was easing the now
hard, but flexible thick shield of blue rubber from her upper
torso. Then the lower. The pulling and tugging on the dongs as
the rubber came off almost sent her off, but instead, she went
even higher, snorting and grunting. Jan placed the two intimate
moulds on the workbench and went back to the straining girl.
Standing by her side, she took the two dongs, one in each hand,
and leaned over and pulled the swollen and abused tit into her
hot mouth and began to suck and rapidly fuck the girl.
In less than five seconds, Heather screamed and came. The
pleasure centre in her brain exploded and she stopped breathing.
Then, she passed out.
She came to just as Jan pulled a second set of moulds from her
now fully relaxed body. Her mind cleared and Jan came over and
released her from the rig.
"I now have all the measurements. There is a shower over
there behind that door. Fresh towels are by the chair inside.
You must wash off the residue on your skin, as it is a bit
caustic if you do not remove it."
Heather showered and while she was out of sight, Amy slipped
from the back room with a video tape in her bag. "That was some
show!" she said as she passed Jan on the way out of the shop.
Jan just smiled and reminded her, "Don't forget the extra
thousand when you pay the bill. And that tape is for your
private use only, understand?"
"Perfectly." And she was gone.
Heather came out to find Jan sitting in front of a computer
terminal, inputting all the measurements into a data collection
screen. Jan talked while she worked.
"The computer will study all the data and design the fabrics
and cuts to obtain the proper effect. It will show me where to
sew, what type of thread to use, what type to stitch and where
and how many straps to fit. In two days, I will have the first
half dozen sets of garments ready. You come back on Saturday in
the afternoon at two o'clock. There."
She entered the last of the data and the computer began
working. Jan got up and began taking the body moulds she had
taken from Heather and began to create duplicates of Heather's
body in plaster. In less than an hour, she had two perfect busts
of Heather, one in her normal state, and one in a fully aroused
state. The differences were quite visible. Swollen breasts,
raised, turgid nipples, quite extended to almost an inch and a
half, belly was somewhat tighter, and her pubic area was very
swollen, completely open, and her clit stood up straight in
front. Heather found herself staring.
"You are quite a challenge. How to hide all of that, but not
get in the way of your enjoyment. And you must not show ever
through the outer garments. I will say one thing, young lady.
You have the sexiest body I've ever had through here. And
believe me, I've seen a bunch. I wouldn't mind measuring you
every day."
Heather ignored the last remark. "Thanks. I need to go on
to the clothing store. Saturday at two o'clock, right?"
"Right. And tell Susan at the clothing store that the
measurements are already in her computer."
"All of them?"
"No, only the ones she needs for her part. We do have some
secrets in the business. Let her go figure out how I do this!"
"OK. See you Saturday. Bye!" And Heather left the store a
bit drained, but determined to get through the next session as
well.
End Part 19A
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