8 comments/ 21446 views/ 8 favorites Meeting Miriam The Seamtress By: syreatadiva This is Miss Syreata again! I guess the Amber Rose Story didn't go over so well, huh? I'll admit that I'm not the best storyteller in the world. So that means I should give up, right? Not a chance. Truth is, the story I wrote was rushed because I had another story that I had already written. It's a long story about how I rekindled my relationship with my first love. Her name is Reneé. Long story short, she's a married woman who after one weekend (Oct. 16th-18th), we became lovers again and she's not with her husband anymore. Sounds juicy, right? So the obvious question is why didn't you submit it? Well, it would have broken Literotica's rules. Our history goes back a long way and though I'm far from ashamed of that it's way too controversial to post on here. I didn't want that to take away from our story. I am glad for those who read my Amber story even if it's not the best written and I want constructive feedback. So this story is one that happened before our relationship. Therefore the thoughts that are articulated in here are my thoughts at that time. Also before I get into the meat of the story I have to go back a few weeks. Here is the story. I hope you enjoy reading this as I did experiencing it because I'll never look at custom made bra fitting the same. Saturday, August 8th (1:30pm): I hate working on Saturday s. As a librarian, I do a lot of executive work rather than grunt work. I was the only official librarian working that day along with two librarian assistants, Nicole and Sophia. All of the librarians and assistants are females. The reason why I am a librarian is because I finished college while the assistants are still in college, mostly in their senior year. I am the youngest librarian in the entire county branch. I'm proud of this because I have to be responsible as an example to the assistants even though all of them except one of them (Alicia) are older than me. I have to be on point with my shit because of my age. I have to prove myself every day. It was a busy day. I had to catalogue and order new books. Urban Fiction is the most popular books in both city libraries. I also ordered new DVDs and on top of that, make sure that the patrons get their time on the public computers as well as help the assistants with things that needed to be catalogued or were brought in from patrons. One thing I can say though is that we have lots of fun. It's actually a very lively library. Not that quiet at all. Sophia and Nicole are my favorite assistants along with Brandy, a pretty full-figured married white woman in her 30s with a teenage daughter who is going to college. She had the weekend off. Nicole is also in her 30s who favors facially J.Lo. Yep, she's Puerto Rican. She doesn't have Jennifer's booty though. She has a nice shape-I love her hips-especially for having 3 kids. She's 5'5 about 155 lbs. As for Sophia, she's the one I get along most with. She's 5'8" about 190 pounds with dark brown skinned who is in her late 20s. She has a young daughter. She's very pretty with a great smile and a cute shape. Nice long legs. Neither one of them is busty. In fact, I'm the "Token Busty Girl" of the library. This is normally the case wherever I work at. Just like where I worked at when I met Marisol when I just 18. Not only this, since I've been working at this city branch I have seen hundreds of patrons and I have not once seen a woman as big as me. The only time a woman bigger than me came in here was a County Freeholder. It was April 4th in celebration of our 3rd anniversary. She was elected last November and was there along with the other freeholders. She was HUGE. I tried to keep my composure and be professional. She had dark brown hair, was about 5'10" and maybe 300 lbs. I guesstimate that she wore a 42KK and was wearing the hell out of her custom made green suit jacket. I talked to her for a little bit enough to know that she was married in her mid-40s with a daughter and son both in high school. All of the freeholders were cool. It was fun mainly because we were able to serve the public with more than just books. We fed them and many of the patrons that come in here are down on their luck. Some are even homeless. So it was great to do something for the community in that way. Sorry to go off into a tangent. I do that sometimes. Anyway, back to August 8th, everything was busy like I said. I was a little pissed because I was wearing an ill-fitting bra. Yep, 'my girls' have grown a bit. Whenever I gain weight, I carry some of it in my chest. It's a family trait on my maternal side. I kept adjusting my 32LL bra all day. My band and straps was too tight so I was adjusting it and the cups were too small so that made it worse. My slightly splayed--when I am not wearing a bra that fits my breast shape--pendulous boobs were spilling out from the sides as well a bit from the top of the cups. I have to get my bras custom made even if I "sister size down" cups sizes and go up band sizes the fit is all wrong. For example: Freya, Fantasie, Goddess, Panache, Elomi, Curvy Kate, Parfait goes up to a K cup but all of them have different fits as far as cup and band width and even if the cup run big they aren't fitting me now. The Bravissimo Alana goes up to L cups but they fit small too. Even if I "sister size down", to say a KK or K, and I tried them, they don't fit either. "Side-boob" is usually the issue for me. Then you have The Ewa Michalak that also goes as high up to L cups, especially in smaller band sizes (they use the metric system unlike UK and the US). However, they fit smaller than what their cup size implies for my breasts. And I don't like their padded bra in those sizes either. Not even my favorite brand, the Elila Jacquard which also sizes up to L Cups weren't fitting me. *frown* I tried them all, except Jeunique. I don't know I haven't with Jeunique why to be honest because I heard good things about them. Especially how they project your breasts in a bra and they are larger than even UK cup sizing which is what I use when talking about bra cup sizes. Anyway, though I think Panache are the best fit for me when they fit, it's better to get my bras custom made with the ability to use "sister sized" bras like as an example, wearing a Panache Tango II 40JJ which because of the underwire fit. For what it was worth, it was embarrassing to be adjusting my bra all day at work. I knew patrons were looking at me thinking, WTF is this chick all up in her boobs. It was really uncomfortable. I kept going to the bathroom to put powder on them and readjust them. The worst part is that my band way too snug on me. If it was about it being a cup size too small, I could deal. Simply put, it was an ill-fitting nightmare all day long. I can deal with a bra that was too small in cup size but it was too tight on my ribcage. Not to mention, even though I wasn't wearing on a fitted shirt, my "boob-prints" show no matter what I wear so my ill-fit was evident for everyone to see. A definite fashion "no-no" indeed but that wasn't the worst part. No, that was having a hating ass security guard who seemed like the only issue she had with me that I existed within her space. We have security guards that work from the college that we're located to make sure that everything is under control. It's always a lot of drama so the protection is needed, not just for us but for the other patrons. Usually they are men and ironically, me the lesbian gets along with all of them. So leave it up to this day that I would have to work with a stupid ass female guard to stunt on me. She was cute. I would never hate on her looks or any female's looks for that matter. She was 5'2", 145 pounds with sexy wide hips and a small waist for her frame that stood out even in her baggy ass uniforms that every guard had to wear. She had really long hair that went down to nearly her ass. She also had light brown eyes, and actually had a nice smile when she used it which she didn't use when it came to me. I didn't know what her problem was with me because I did nothing to her. I'm very professional and try to be nice to everyone. I was like, 'Whatever girlie. You don't have to like me. As long as you do your job, I'm good.' So I just did what I do every day I'm at work. At the time I was at the patron desk doing what I could to help out assistants; my girls Sophia and Nikki. Another thing, as I said, we're not as quiet like most libraries are. It can be very noisy with a lot of banter. We talk about a lot of things as normal young women do. So the conversation was about Kim Kardashian and her famous body. I like her body actually. She's curvy with nice boobs and we all know about her ass. So a debate between us at the patron desk ensued and it went like this: Nikki: "I don't know why she does so much" Sophie asked her, "What do you mean, Talia?" Nikki's answer, "She got surgery on her ass. She didn't need it. She had a cute shape already. Instead she looked like a cartoon especially in her clothes." The security guard, her name was Maria wisecracked back, "Well that how most of these girls who are insecure within themselves do. They rather focus on their bodies than their minds or characters. They are a disgrace to women everywhere." She had her face focused on me as she said it. I tried to ignore her but I had to respond like this, "Well, Kim says she's all natural. That she's shaped like this because of her 'Armenian ethnicity.'" I smiled as I said this. Sophie countered, "Yeah, right! Girl, you don't believe that. You can't possibly believe that." I replied, "That's what she says. I don't care either way. I like her body anyway. " Nikki asked facetiously, "Cause of her booty?" I answered with a smile, "It's nice but her breasts are nice too especially after she had Nori (North). I like her pregnant body now. Implants are cool and even though I wouldn't get them myself, I don't bash other women who get them. It's their bodies." Then Maria with her smart mouth said, "Well she's a celeb so I expect her to be about her looks and bodies. What I don't get is 'regular women' alterin' their bodies so that they can get attention because they are substandard in other areas. 'Specially if they are in a public setting representin' themselves as an example." Again, she looked at me as she said that last thing. The patron desk had that awkward moment of silence that happens when a person goes too far in saying something stupid especially when shade is thrown. I thought about letting it slide. However, I didn't bite my tongue. I was classy about it though as I said this, "We all do things to make ourselves 'look better' whether with makeup, our hair, our clothes even wearing on high heels to look taller or arch out back to make our booty 'sit higher' so we can enhance or emphasize qualities we want to show off, whatever. Fake or real, as long as a woman is satisfied with herself and confident in themselves, who am I to judge what a woman does with her body?" Everyone nodded their agreement, all except this chick. Instead she had the nerve to say, "So you admit that your boobs aren't real?" The library was filled with more awkward silence. I was really incredulous. That lil' heifer, I thought to myself. On top of that, I was still fixing my bra so even more attention was drawn too; ironic attention. So I told her confidently, "I don't know where you get that from but these 'chichis' are all me. Yep, all mine. Not that I have anything to prove to you, Lil Lady." I surreptitiously used my forearms to push my breasts together. My "boob-prints" were even more prominent when I did this. As I did this act, her eyebrows raised up at me in obvious surprise. I believed I smiled at her and she shook her head. She tried to save face as she sassily spat at me, "We all know them thangs aren't real. They're as fake as 'knock off Guccis' The quicker you come clean to us, the easier we'll move on with our lives. " Everyone was laughing. I tried not to get heated, not because she was dissin' my boobs. I'm actually used to that from some females. I was angrier at the fact that we were in a public place with kids around and she's saying all this being unprofessional. Was she serious? So with the same attitude though smiling at her I said, "I'll tell you what, Maria. I'll let you 'frisk' me. You know, look for any 'contraband' that I'm not supposed to have. Whatever excuse you have to feel me up because I know you really want to touch them. You got my permission right here. Go 'head." That last part when you know I am a bit upset because I usually speak better English than that. I thrust 'my girls' out as a dare to her. Everyone was crowded around either laughing or in stunned surprise as I called her out. She looked at me for several seconds before she shook her head again. I smirked at her as my way of saying, I thought so. I hate "A-Cup Envy." I really do. I heard her mutter under her breath, "Dyke Bitch!" Sophie pulled my arm back thinking I was going to react. I kept my cool and smiled wider. Everything got quiet as the drama died down. Since no drama popped off, we all did our jobs until closing time. I was a bit worried that she would use what I said to actually falsely accuse me of sexual harassment because of my frisk me down comment. I knew Sophia and Nikki would have my back but I didn't even want to go through that. Not over a stupid chick. We got done at 5 and I went into the librarian's office to get my things. I was fuming because Maria didn't even apologize. I thought about apologizing but I was like, why should I? I thought about reporting her but as I did, Sophie came into the office. She's my best friend on the job so she knows my moods. She knows when I am upset. She spoke my name facing me but I was very quiet. I could see she wanted to say something but she paused as if to get her thoughts on point. She asked with concern, "Are you okay? Are you still upset at that girl? You handled her and shitty attitude. I don't know what she had against you but you have nothing to be 'shamed of. If anyone knows them 'babies' of yours are all you, it's me!" I laughed in spite of my anger, "We're not talking about that, okay?" (We once had a "Girl's night" together, a sleep over at her house. We watched movies, played Uno while drinking a bit, nothing serious. In her tipsy state, she asked me if she could see my breasts because she was curious about them. I couldn't believe her at first. I guess my facial expression made her repeat herself. She said, "I am just curious to see what they look like." This was about 8 months ago. I was wearing a long "Throwback" Allen Iverson 76ers' Jersey on with my bra on. I boldly showed them to her after joking that she might go blind after seeing 'em. She was alright.....barely. We got into a conversation about my bra experiences. She was amazed because that's not her experience. She's a cute 34B and being shy as she is wouldn't show me hers. Not that I asked. Not to mention, she's hetero I actually don't cross that line. It wasn't a lustful thing. It was cute funny sisterly moment.) She laughed with me, "You alright if you can joke like that." I kept it 100 with her, "I'm not even angry with that girl. I am worried that she might use it to try to get at me. I should have kept my cool and ignored her. That was stupid what I said and did with her." She teased, "I saw that forearm squeeze you did. Her eyes bugged out something serious! If she tries to come at you, I got you. She was the aggressor. Who says the stuff she said about someone's boobs that she doesn't even know? What was her problem?" I ruefully responded, "It's the story of my life. The thing is I love women of all shapes, races and sizes. I actually think she's pretty. Anyway, that's not really what has me pissed today. I need a bigger bra. This bra is so ill-fitting that I feel they are about to pop out with any movement I make!" She joked at my expense, "Po' baby! Those boobs of yours are taking control of your life. I'm glad I don't have 'em." I told her with a smile, "You a mess. Days like these tempt me to go under the knife." She wisecracked, "To get bigger?" I looked at her like she was crazy before exclaiming, "Stop playing, girl!" She got serious, "I saw your 'bra-problem.' You've had it for a while now. I told you about my cousin Miriam in Delaware. She makes bras for girls like you. She's really good. She's busty too though not like you so she appreciates what y'all go through and started her company about 8 years ago. It's not even about the money with her. One of my childhood friends from my old hood swears by her. She's not as big as you. I think she's a 32HH. She's short, a bit thick and dark-skinned. She's just as proud of her shape as you are." I barbed at her, "Is she single?" She exclaimed, "Syreata!" I laughed then asked, "How big is Miriam's clientele? She answered me, "About 8 women. Her store is small and exclusive. She likes a small clientele because she's very hands on. She makes the bras herself. She doesn't want to hire others. I keep telling her to expand but she doesn't want to. She has her reasons which she will tell you when you see her." I was intrigued, "So she could fit me in if I was to call her?" She affirmed, "Oh yeah! But let me talk to her for you." She got her phone from her backpack and called it. She said, "Hey Cuz! I got a client for you.....Oh yeah, definitely in need of your expertise, girlie.....Yep, all kinds of 'side-boob', definitely needs better support....When can you fit her fit her in....One week, 12 pm? How does that sound, Ree?" I was elated, "That's actually perfect. Ask her if she has another client on that day." She was on the phone again, "She wants to know if she's the only one you're seeing that day.....Oh yeah, cuz? Good.....I'll let her know. Love ya, Miri!" She hung up. Then she said to me, "A week from today at 12 pm and you're the only appointment she has that day. You owe me." I smiled, "I do. You want me to treat you to dinner?" She said ruefully, as tempting as that sound, I have to get home. I have to go to Church. I would invite you but you don't go to church." I said, "I would go. I just hope it doesn't fall down with us in it when I enter it." She laughed again, "You're the worst, Girlie. So I will see you at work on Tuesday?" I said, "Yep!" So we all went home. I got in my car to drive her to the Transportation Center so that she could take the train to Philly. Then I drove my way back home. I was so tired and I ready to take my clothes off and take a shower. And I did just that, enjoying the hot water soothing my body. I washed myself off, and decided to go naked. Ah, the joys of being single living by yourself. Scratch that, I'm lonely as hell. I haven't had any in months and all I know is being a "jump-off." It's my fault because it seems that I allowed myself to be a fetish for women. For example, if a girl wants to see my boobs or touch 'em; I will show them. All so I will feel validated and attractive. That's so pathetic. How can I be taken serious? How many unfulfilling relationships can I be in? All I want is to be loved. I love sex, of course, but a relationship? That's so elusive to me right now. I almost want to go to Voyeur and drink my pain of being lonely away but that's not the answer. I think, maybe I will play with my "girls." I'm never "lonely" as long as I have them. Nah, as much as "Regina" and "Lanita" is aching for my touch and attention, I am going to go to sleep. Meeting Miriam The Seamtress I tossed and turned in my bed trying to fall asleep. I thought about Reneé at this moment. In my subconscious, I know I love her and she's the love of my life to be honest but she's married and seemingly happy with it. I value our "sisterhood" over not having her at all. But that doesn't erase my feelings of loneliness. Fuck it, I thought. I start to rub my breasts softly while they were on my lap. I started rubbing and squeezing them from the sides. After a few times of that, I went to my nipples and areolas, massaging areolas while pinching my nipples at the same time. They were getting hard as I did this so I kept pinching harder. Almost to the point of pain which I love to do because thought I am not a 'pain slut', I love pushing to the brink of that point. I lifted up my left breast with both hands to kiss it before I went back to squeezing my nipples, slow and hard. I gripped my areolas and twisted my heavy tits together a little making them brush up against each other lightly. Then I squeezed my left one. I squeezed my areola before going to my nipple. I squeeze and twisted my nipple 3 times before squeezing both of them again, squeezing both nipples as I rub my breasts with my hands back and forth on them. I kept squeezing them and twisting them making them cross each other, one on top of the other. I kissed the top one before I went back to rubbing them together with both hands at the same time rubbing them softly but increasing a bit in speed. I took my time because I love playing with my breasts. I close my eyes moaning softly as I was getting into it now. I continued to squeeze and squeeze my breasts more and more rubbing and pinching my nipples more. Then I went to my left nipple so I could lick it, twirling a little with my mouth before going back to squeezing my breasts again. This time, I concentrate on rubbing my nipples while still squeezing my areolas. I rubbed both nipples two of my fingers on both hands before going back to my squeezing session. Then I try to decide which breast I will play with while I finger myself. I decided on my left one, using my right hand to continue to massage my areola and nipple while I put one rub on my clit with my left hand(I'm a lefty). I continue to slowly assault my nipple as I rub my clit slowly, again taking my time. My clit is really hard and I can actually feel it pulsating. I take my hand out and continue to play with my breasts, again squeezing my areolas and nipples simultaneously, not even close to being ready make myself cum. I grab and squeeze, grab and squeeze loving the soft feel of my breasts and my hard nipple at the same time. I softly groaned in delight as I continue to assault my areolas and nipples. Then as I am still grabbing and massaging my nipples and areolas, I clap my heavy solid breasts together 2 times before resuming my self-tit play. More pinching my nipples and massaging my areolas. I could feel the goose bumps on my areolas so I knew "they" (my breasts) were enjoying this. I whispered, "Y'all like that? That feels good to y'all?" I squeezed a little harder before I decided to cross them together. I put my right one over my heavy one, "bigger twin" over "smaller twin" for a quick second before I brought them back to normal place. I continued to massage them again. I moaned as I said, "So huge and soft!" I squeezed them more and more. I put them together using my forearm over them to hold my right up while rubbing my left areola and nipple before going back to massaging both of them again. I pinched them again. It felt so good, really good. I couldn't stop myself. I didn't want to either. I rubbed my areolas one more before rubbing my whole breasts up and down, going down their long, generous pendulous length. I lifted them up, as I gave into temptation to clap them slow and hard together just so I could hear them echo loudly in my room. "Oh", I moaned again and I could feel my clit pulsate as I clapped them 4 times slow and hard. It hurt a little but as I said, I love to push myself to the brink of real pain. I fold both of them over each other, again "my bigger twin" over "my smaller twin", rubbing my nipples at the same time. I lowered my face to kiss them as I was doing this. Then I made them retreat back so I could slowly rub on them again. Then I switch my smaller twin (right) over the bigger twin (left) again, "folding" one over the other, still massaging my areola. I was having so much fun with them. I moaned my delight again, "Mmmm." Still having them both folded over each other, I was pinching my nipples some more. They loved the prolonged attention, so I gave it to them. I did this for a couple of seconds before retreating them back to their normal place, still pinching them. I folded them one more time and kissed the left one as I did. I rubbed my chin with one of my nipples twice, my left one. I kept squeezing them, moaning, "I wish I had a beautiful lady sucking on y'all right now or eating my pussy while I play with y'all" as I "talked" to my breasts. I folded my left one over the right, licking my nipple. I used my tongue in a circular motion, teasing it which seemed to cool the fire that my nipple felt from all that pinching I was doing. I moaned as I kept licking it before sucking on it. I played with "Regina" (My right one), rubbing her nipple making sure not to neglect her as I sucked "Lanita" (my left one) softly, moaning, "Mmmm" like I was taste testing a sweet tasting nectar for the first time. Then I licked in circular motions on my left nipple as I continue to pinch my other one, massaging my areola and breast meat. I switched to the other nipple for a quick second before folding my left one back on the right one to lick it some more. I loved looking at my huge areolas as I did this, I moaned more as I licked my nipple as I was pinching my right one. Then I started to suck my right nipple and areola as I was twisting my breast by nipple. I picked up speed as I twisted my nipple, still moaning, a little louder this time. I licked around my right areola still pinching my right nipple. My senses were in another place, a place where only fulfilling my pleasure was allowed, as I loved both nipples being giving attention. I whispered, "I wished this was a woman doing this. I wish Reneé was here doing this." I put that thought out of my mind as she's a married woman and my BFF. I continue my assault on my left nipple with my mouth with my right hand pinching my right nipple. I suck my left nipple harder as I continue to massage my right tit. After sucking it, I blew on it before kissing it lovingly. Then I crossed them on each other again, right one over left one, massaging my left areola, pinching my nipple simultaneously as I blew on my right tit before licking circularly around the areola. Then I did my nipple the same way continuing my massaging and pinching of my left nipple and areola. I licked my breast meat, my right one, before licking the nipple again. I'm still pinching my left nipple, my moaning grows louder. I kissed my right nipple and sucked it again this time taking it deeper into my mouth as I imagined feeding a lover like this. I was gobbling it as if I was a cookout eating a tasty lamb chop. Deeper and deeper, I went as I deep as I could go, sucking as much of my areola as I could. Then I unfolded them so that I could hold them up in my hands. I juggled them before making them drop on my lap. I grabbed and squeezed them again, massaging my areolas while pinching and twisting my nipples again, lightly as I did this. I getting myself "psyched" to do one of my favorite "tricks. I spoke to them again, "I'm 'bout ta put y'all 'big girls' in my mouth. You like when Mama does that? Huh, babies? Y'all ready for Mama to love both y'all at the same time?" I was still massaging, squeezing my breasts and still pinching my nipples at the same time. Then I put both hands underneath them, pushing them together to put my nipples close together as possible. Then I licked both nipples to tease them, going from one to the other. As I did this, I was moaning panting heavy. I took a deep breath before diving in. I put both nipples in my mouth. Slowly at first as if I was testing the waters of a deep pool with my feet. I took them out of my mouth, took another step and put them in my mouth again sucking them deeper. I moaned louder, groaning happily. I licked both nipples again before sucking both of them once again. My clit jumped each time I double sucked. My body shuddered. I felt myself going deeper into ecstatic bliss as I continued to double suck. I tried to keep both of them in my mouth without hands as I maneuvered my left hand to rub my poorly neglected aching clit. But I wasn't successful as they kept coming out of my mouth and they dropped on my thighs in my lap. I was a bit frustrated with my efforts. I hadn't and still haven't mastered double self-sucking without hands. I have been double sucking since I was 21 and I've not been able to do it without hands yet. That doesn't mean I didn't try! I did it 3 times unsuccessful each time before laughing at myself. So I gave up and put both breasts together to double suck, blow, kiss, lick then double suck again. My clit kept jumping in delight. I knew I could neglect "her" (my pussy) any longer. I double sucked my breasts one last time, kissing my nipples, areolas and both boob meat when I began to lie on my back. I let my heavy splayed pendulous breasts rest on their sides as I began to rub my labia with my left pointer finger. I did it slowly, moaning, lightly rubbing it in a circular motion. I kept going slow, lovingly caressing and stroking it as the volume of my moans increased. I increased my speed ever so slightly which was sending my senses to a feeling like I was in paradise, sexual paradise. I spread my pussy wide to finger my slit while rubbing my labia with my right hand. My thoughts at this time went to my upcoming bra-fitting. I imagined a busty Mariam delighting at the sight of my huge breasts, telling me how big and beautiful they are. Her measuring me as I am in disguised surprise at my unparalleled growth. Doing this, I squeezed my labia with two fingers then stroked the bottom of the meatiest part of it with my left pointer finger. Then I began pulling and tugging at it while using my other finger to rub around my labia. I moaned and moaned. I took my hands away from my pussy to so I could play with my breasts again using my forearms to put my splayed breasts together on my chest. I rubbed and squeezed the left one first. Then I was rubbing both at the same time, one hand crossed over the other to squeezing, massage and caressing opposite areolas and nipples. As I stroke them, it was like I am hugging them in my prolonged tit play. I still have my arms crossed stroking and caressing my nipples and areolas. I am panting and moaning hard with my eyes closed in my own world. However I whispered to them, "Y'all so big, so long, heavy and soft. I love playin' with y'all." When I am horny, I do not speak proper English. I was shamelessly caressing and stroking my nipples. I squeeze and twist my breasts in a circular motion then I grabbed my breast meat to massage it. I whispered again, "Oh Yeah! Feels so good! Y'all are so big!" Then I let them drop to their sides before grabbing them again and I rub both nipples with my left hand. I let my breast fall to its sides once again then I lifted them up again. I did more caressing my areolas and nipples then I let fall them their sides again before grabbing them both together to make both nipples come together (my breast are that soft and malleable) with one hand to rub both them for a second before putting my left hand back to my labia stroking it while pinching my left nipple with my hand. I took my hand out of my pussy to rub both breasts again. I just love the feel of my soft, heavy pendulous breasts. I couldn't keep my hands off them as I continued to think about Miriam and her fitting me into a bigger bra. My assault on both tits continued as I talked nasty uttering, "So massive! Huge Nasty Tits! Y'all can't wait to see the new bra that I am going to buy for y'all. Huh, ladies? I can't wait to see y'all in it either." I grabbed at my nipples to clap them together 2 twice. I stroked and pulled my nipples harder, groaning again. This time I was louder then I put my left hand back to my labia, pulling on the fattiest meatiest part of it again. I pulled and pulled as I squeezed my left nipple over and over with my right hand. Then I decided to give attention to my neglected clit, flicking it with my finger before I slowly rubbed the tip of it with my pointer finger. It was hard, aching and pulsating. I stroked it gently as I finally left my breasts alone. I did maneuver them to touch my chin as I continued to stroke my clit. I flicked at it again twice. I then stroked it with my palm slightly. I groaned before saying, "Oh yeah! Shit!" Then I lifted up slightly so that I could put my left tit in my mouth with my right hand as I rubbed my clit more with my left palm increasing speed and more friction. I sucked my tit harder. Then I let it put out my mouth and yelled, "Miriam's gonna cream her panties when she sees y'all!" I stroked and stroked my clit harder and harder. I moaned, groaned and started to thrash as I was rubbing my clit harder and faster. Then I lied back down on my back. I made both tits rest on my chin with my right forearm underneath them before stroking myself more. I egged myself on as I was watching my tits wobble in my face, "Cum looking at 'Gina' and 'Nita.' They want you to cum for 'em." I stroked harder, and harder; faster and faster like a wild woman who was lost in her lust and desire. I yelled, "Fuck! Miriam gonna cream hard when she see y'all! Shit, yeah!" More and more I was stroking my clit, over and over until I felt what I was craving for, "GOD, YES! I'M GOING TO CUM. SHIT! GINA AND NITA, Y'ALL GOING TO MAKE ME CUM ALL ON MY HAND! I AM CUMMING! SHIT! OHHHH!" The last thing I uttered was a loud piercing high pitched scream as I came all on my palm as I felt my toes curl. My palm was extremely soaked and I was panting heavily for several seconds. I slightly was still rubbing my clit to cool myself down, my breasts was still in my face on my chin. When I finally came to my senses, I had a big smile on my face. Then I started laughing. I felt at peace because I needed that badly. "Whew", I exclaimed marveling at how intense my orgasm was. I sat up putting my heavy tits up to my face with my right forearm so I could kiss them lovingly. I did this with my right and then my left one. I whispered to them, "I love y'all. Sorry for not treating y'all right." I kept my smile on my face, lying on my side with my arms actually lovingly "hugging" my breasts until I fell asleep. Friday, August 14th (6 pm): The next two weeks were uneventful. My mom called me several times in past couple of weeks. I hadn't told her about my upcoming bra-fitting. She would be mad about waiting so long to get another proper fitting bra. Plus she would want to know who Miriam is and ask all kinds of questions about her store. She lives near LA now with the ability to find custom made bras boutiques. She can be very extra but I love all the same. With my "dad [yes, I put that in quotes] disowning me because I'm a lesbian, my mom is the basically the only parent that's in my life now. I have father figures in my life but it's not the same. It's sad because I love him. I miss him. I used to be "Daddy's Little Girl" but now he has his own family with a step son that I've never seen. Yep, family drama to the fullest and I hope we can reconcile one day before it is too late. As far as work goes, it is near the end of the summer. I have a vacation coming up. Sheila keeps reminding me to keep my appointment with Miriam. Like I'm going to forget! I can't wait to meet her because I need a new bra like yesterday. If what Sophia says is half true about Miriam then I should have a good time. I've had good and bad experience with bra fittings. The fact that I use the plural should tell the story of my life. *Chuckles* So this was the last day of the work week for me. I am at home, this time in my clothes except my bra. I thought about not even wearing a bra to work but that's not cute. I work at a place where being professional counts. No one will understand me not wanting to wear an ill-fitting bra that makes me uncomfortable to the point that I take it off when I go to the bathroom to just let them breathe before go back to work. Sophia is right, my boobs is taking over my life. I will feel like a million bucks with my new bra. I was thinking about my BFF, Reneé. I had not heard from her in a while. She's always busy as a stay-at-home mom so I understand her wanting some "me time." I don't do the co-dependent thing when it comes to my friends. I love her to allow her to have whatever space she wants and she does the same with me. However, lately my concern for her has less been "sisterly" if you know what I mean. I have masturbated numerous times thinking of her. Over the years I have lost of how many times I've done this with her as the object. She becomes more and more beautiful every time I see her. I will always love her but she seems happy about the path she's on and I respect it. I am happy for her even if I desire her to be with me. Yeah, I admit it. I don't want to because I don't want to be hurt and I don't want to lose any connection to her. I would rather be her "sister" settling for 2nd best than lose her forever. I love her that much. Sounds pathetic, right? I started feeling sorry for myself again. What does that mean? I'm ready to "self-medicate" myself with yet another masturbation session. At least that's what I thought I was going to do. I started rubbing my nipples through my shirt thinking of Reneé when I heard my ringtone: You Got It Bad, by Usher which means the object of masturbatory fantasies is on the phone. Damn it! I tried to keep my cool realizing that I was going to "violate" sexy ass Reneé in my fantasy again. I smiled as I answered my IPhone, "Sis! I missed you." She wisecracks as usual, "Girl, stop being so dramatic. You act like I'm in a war or sumptin. Anyway, what you're doin'?" I didn't tell her the truth so I told her instead, "Watching 'Dreamgirls' with that scene of J.Hud singing the hell out of 'And I'm Telling You' for the 50-11th time." She bantered, "You love the hell out of that movie. You always watch it when you're sad. What's going on?" She sounded genuinely concerned. I reassured her because I don't want her to be sad, "I'm good. A little stress out on the job but I'll be a'ight." She said, "I know that's right. Do you want me to fuck someone up for ya? You know I'll come down here in a minute if need be." I laughed, "No, everything is cool. It has been quiet and uneventful since the security guard from hell a week ago." She exclaimed, "WTF!" So I told her all that happened that day. How crazy it was. All she did was say, Mmm-mmm-mmm every time I told her what Maria said. She seemed speechless and genuinely upset which I'm not surprised because she does love me. Just not in the way that I want her to but I'm too scared to tell her that. Then she said, "Why do these chicks hate so hard? My God, Bun! [Her nickname for me since I was 10] You always going through this and you're the gentlest soul I know." I cracked, "I don't know that." She refuted, "Seriously, Ree. You're the kindest girl I know. And you genuinely love women. I don't hear you say bad things about us. Maybe about the situation but you even complimented her looks though she was a bitch to you. How do you do it? I've always admired that about you" Meeting Miriam The Seamtress I was genuinely touched, "Thanks girlie. I still feel bad about it because even though she was stuntin' on me, it wasn't about her really. It was that damn ill-fitting bra I've been wearing." She remarked as only she would, "About that, you know better." I was defensive, "What do you mean by that? Come on Nay. It's just a bra" She sounded incredulous, "Just a bra? You have those massive boobs and you say just a bra. I remember them days you use to complain about not being able to afford bras in your size when we were both in college." I was silent because she was keepin' it real. I felt even guiltier because I did know better and hearing this from her felt like child being scolded by her mom. I knew the right bra especially with fit, and support made all the difference in the world. I actually had no confidence because of it and I suppressed all of this. I wanted to cry but I knew that Nay was sincere so I continued to listen to her. She went on, "You know, of all people, you gotta keep 'Gina' and 'Nita' properly sheathed! Those thangs causes riots, debates and arguments especially unleashed at the wrong time. You'll break the Internet cuz someone will post your 'malfunction' on 'World Hip Hop Star'. Have people thinking they seeing things, questioning themselves especially women and their sexuality." I laughed, "Shut up!" She always knew how to make me laugh. I loved her spirit as well her physical beauty. Why couldn't we be together? That were the thoughts that were at the forefront of my mind but I hid that with my laughing. She laughed along with me, "Girl, I aint playing. You know I'm not playin'. That's why ol' girl was actin' like she did. I bet she be in her 'honeypot' every night since that day wishing that she would have a few moments with you and those boobs of yours. If y'all weren't in a public setting, she would have asked to see 'em and give them a good squeezin' like she's testing out watermelons to feel how ripe and heavy they are. I'm sure of it." I "waved" off her craziness, "Whatever. Anyway, I don't want to discuss her anymore. Are you ready for your vacation?" She sighed before answering, "Jamaica, here we come! It will be nice to get away. It's a shame that you couldn't come." I told her, "Yeah, right! 'BIL' (that's what I call her husband Samuel: 'Bro-In-Law') ain't having that. Y'all need to bond apart from Essie and Ruthie. You know, to remember why y'all got married in the first place. Not that I know anything about that." She laughed before replying, "He's looking forward to it. It's all he talked about for a week now and you know what this means." I yelled playfully, "TMI!" She shooed me, "Whatever. We're both grown. No need to act innocent cuz we know you're not. Anyway, what's your weekend gonna be like?" I excitedly replied, "If all goes to plan, I will have a brand new bra in my true size which I should have within a few weeks of visiting Sophia's cousin's store." She perked up more, "Word? You mean 'Gina' and 'Nita' will be properly housed again? About time! Even prisons get expanded because of overcrowding!" I was bowled over by her prison analogy as I was cracking up with tears in my eyes, "Really, Nay? Girl, you ain't all there. You know that?" She bantered, "Maybe but you know I'm right. They're ready bust out like escapees from Rahway in that too small bra!" We both laughed at that. She further went on, "Them huge thangs! I wish I was with you to see what new size you are now. But I have a vacation to enjoy. I'll try to have fun." I could hear the smile in her voice at that. I smiled back even though she couldn't see me. Then I lightheartedly said, "I bet you will. Well, I'm glad you called. I miss you. Kiss my adorable god-daughter and tell them that their 'auntie' loves them. Give 'Unc' David and 'Auntie' Naomi my love and hug 'BIL' for me." Nay promised, "I will. Tell 'Auntie Sarah' I said the same along with Ms. Abby, Dree, Julia and everyone else. I love you most of all, my sweet lil sister 'Bunny.' [I love when she calls me Bunny. Makes me warm and fuzzy but again, I will never tell her this.] Tell me about your adventure in Delaware." I told her, "I will and you tell me all your fun in Jamaica. Well not all of it. Save some things for yourself. No TMI from you." She chuckled, "Like you get room to talk. Anyway, I love you, Bun!" I returned it back, "Love you too 'Nay!" She hung up. I felt surprisingly refreshed and happy just hearing her voice. I felt so lonely until she called. I'm still lonely but I'm better spirits. She has a way of picking me. I can't lose that no matter I want her in my bed for the rest of my life. As I said, I would rather see her happy without me as her lover than miserable with me as her lover and partner. Maybe it's me but I thought she's anxious about something and even though she's a seemingly happy married woman with a husband who probably would die for her, there's this love for me from her that goes beyond our "sisterhood" as if she has a greater love for me than what our relationship is now. I'm trippin'. She's hetero, happy with Samuel along with my 2 adorable goddaughters who I would do anything for on the strength of my love for her. I went to sleep with these thoughts that day. Not just with that on my brain but excited about my trip to Delaware. So I'm at peace. So much that I don't have to "self-medicate" myself. I feel myself falling asleep in my bed. Not needing my skilled hand or "Gina" and "Nita's" assistance. I remember closing my eyes before I got up the next morning with "cotton-mouth." Saturday, August 15th (11:40 pm): I woke up ready to conquer the day! Okay, that was overdramatic. As I said, I woke up with cotton mouth and I really wanted to stay in bed. I was up from 7:30 am and of course I remember the big day was here. The day that I get fitted, so I got myself up out of my bed going to the bathroom to take a shower. I am such a water person. I love to be around the ocean when I go to Ocean City, around pools and in this case, I love the feel of hot water on my body. I let it soak me as I thought on what would happen today. I was tempted to masturbate but I knew that I had to get myself ready and get something to eat because I didn't know how long I would be at Miriam's. I got out after about 30 minutes. Then I put on my clothes; White Lace Panties, White socks, blue tights, a blue Phillies Jersey with Ryan Howard's #6 on the back and of course my ill-fitting bra. I went to kitchen and I made a surprising heavy breakfast; Toast, Cheese Grits, Cheese Eggs, Turkey bacon with a pitcher of Orange Juice. I was that hungry and I was actually horny too. I had to get a grip on myself. Be professional not a "ratchet thot." It's a bra-fitting not a sex party. Not that I do those things. For all of my bravado, I am boring. That's one of the reasons why I am so lonely. After feeding my face, I went back to my room to bring many of my old bras from the first time I started to wear bras to the bra that I am wearing on now. Some of it brought back many memories that flooded my mind and I remembered all of the times I had a hard time trying to find the right sizes, having to "sister size" down cups sizes while wearing on bigger band sizes than what I was supposed to wear, especially during my college years in order to wear bras that were affordable. I know it's the story of many well-endowed women especially ones who wore small band sizes but laugher cup sizes. It wasn't until a sorority sister had compassion on me in my senior year that I finally was able to get a bra in my true size, after getting measured. I was a 32KK then. Fortunately I have been able to buy bras in my true size when I could afford it which made me angrier that I was so negligent on getting properly fitted. I had been wearing my current size since March 21, 2014 and this was one of 2 bras in that size I had since that day other than bras that I had which weren't in my "true size" all in the name of "sister sizing" down cup sizes. For example I would wear 40JJ/K or 42J/JJs sometimes. Of course, they weren't fitting me. I remember that day because I was with Reneé. We had such a wonderful time. No we didn't do that. It was just spending time with her, laughing about good times, bantering and doing all the things that BFFs do when they love each other like the "sisters" that we are. I got fitted in Bergen County, NJ. The obvious question is why Mariam's but not the store in Bergan County. Well, if what Sophie was saying is right, then there would be more of a chance that this would be more of an intimacy and privacy there than other places because I wanted to be seen as more than just a client to a company. Women need to be treated special and smaller companies tend to do that. I would get more hands on from Miriam potentially and I wanted that. Get to know her better. Okay, I am done off my tangent. I got the bras then I went to the car. I punched the information to Miriam's on my GPS so it could direct me there. Thank God GPSs because I suck at direction on the road and to top it off, I've never been to Dover. Besides, my mind was scattershot thinking of so many things. It took me an hour and a half. The main thing was that I was still horny. Why? It's just a bra-fitting. I resisted the temptation of mashing my thighs together or rubbing my nipples while driving on I295. I'm not trying to get into an accident. Yeah, I do have my own "human airbags" that don't deflate but I do not want to test them out in this way. "Regina" and "Lanita" have other uses and I love my "babies." I protect them at all costs. Okay, Okay! I'm way too conceited about my boobs. Anyway, in a little over an hour and a half, I pulled up at Miriam's. I thought, "Nice crib." It was a fairly large house, light red brick house with a porch that had rail guards around it. It had 3 steps, some plants outside of it, and under the windows. It had the address number over the door, and the house stood by itself next door to another cute house. I saw some kids playing around on the street and some people sitting on steps at their various houses. I rang the doorbell. A beautiful light brown-skinned woman with long dark brown frizzy hair in her mid-30s came to the door with a cheerful smile. She had wide full pouty lips, a slight gap in her teeth as she smiled, with light brown eyes wearing on glasses. Her voice sounded like honey with a melodic lit to it as she said, "Welcome. My name is Miriam. You're early. Time is money so I like that. I'm glad to meet you. It's this Syreata?" I affirmed her, "Yes it is. Thank you. I'm glad to meet you also." I smiled back at her and as I did, I instinctively sized her up, looking her over as I got in the house. It wasn't in a competing posture but to observe all that I was looking at. She was about 5 feet, so she was shorter than the average woman though still taller than me. She looked 200 pounds, built very solid. Yep, she had meat on her bones with very wide hips. She was dressed comfortably like she was ready to get down to business but it seemed that with her wardrobe she was trying to project to her clients the ability to be comfortable and relaxed. It worked because I immediately felt calm around her as I was anxiously nervous when I pulled her at her house/business. The whole house was cute. I could see pictures of various people either of loved ones, friends, and customers. I even saw the Freeholder that I mentioned earlier in the story in one of her pictures. Both of them were smiling. As I said, Miriam had a very pretty welcoming smile. She had a beautiful fireplace, which I saw her degree from FIT. The air conditioning, central air, was on and I loved her furniture choices. She had a royal blue set with her loveseat, and couch all the same color. She had a combination of white and blue pillows. Her carpet was blue also. The walls were painted blue also. It seemed she loved the color blue and I love it too. It's such a bright vibrant color especially for a primary color. Not to mention, the color gave the house an ambiance of royalty. I bet everyone who was her client felt at least like a princess around her. She had a 62 inch wide screen TV that wasn't on. I didn't care even though it would have distracted me from thinking about how her consultation would go. I will say this much, Sheena was right: Miriam was a card carrying member of the "Big Titty Committee." In fact, I didn't expect her to be as big as she was. She was wearing on a bra and good supportive bras make you slimmer so guessing her size was tricky but she definitely was well-endowed. This should have relaxed me because as Sophie told me, Miriam had an idea what buxom women go through with bras and that her business was established to help us out. Not just to make money off us. But I was anxious. She wasn't there when I was still standing up in her living room. I was waiting for her so we could get down to business. Then I faintly heard Sade's "Smooth Operator" come on. I kept fixing my boobs inside my bra which was basically a futile exercise. I was so tired of doing this. Finally she came back and she said to me, "I'm sorry for making you wait. I should have told you to sit down instead of having your stand for so long." I assured her, "That's okay." I sat next to her on the couch so we could get down to business. I didn't want to small talk her because I was nervous. I tend to ramble on when that happens so I tried to keep my composure. She said, "What can I do for you, Syreata?" I answered her, "Well as you can see, I have an ill-fitting bra. I need another one and I was hoping you could help me." She told me, "You came to the right place. I can see your problem." I was so nervous around her. It felt like she was sizing me up as she looked at me. Not coldly like at other fitting that I have been to. Her aura was so warm though that it started to relax me just a little. So I tried to relax. She smiled before asking, "What's that in your bag?" I told her as I was holding it in my hand, "These are my old bras. I figured since this is your first time meeting me, I wanted you to see my 'bra history' up to now." I gathered my bras and gave them to her. She was looking at them intently, almost like she was inspecting them. She smiled when she was done. She remarked, "Definitely a lot of history." I told her, "Yeah. When I was looking through these, I couldn't believe what I've been through in my life concerning my boobs." She smiled again saying, "It is alright. I have many old bras of mine too. We collect all kinds of our life's history if we can save it like music, clothes, and other things that people might view as junk but it holds sentimental value to us." I agreed with her, "That's what it was to me. I remember a lot of moments that I had from the point I started to wear bras until now. I don't mean to sound self-absorbed but these breasts of mine have been a major part of my life." She didn't object, "I know how you feel. Most women feel the same way no matter what size they are or when they developed. That's normal and natural believe it or not." She sounded so sexy and confident even as she carried herself in a business-like manner. My nipples, having a mind of their own, were hard and I was cursing myself silently. That made me even more nervous as I thought, 'Dammit! I hope that she don't get the wrong vibe about me.' I wanted this to be as smooth and professional as possible. She continued to give me her warm gentle smile as she was talking. I smiled back to keep up the facade. She concluded, "This is one of the reasons why I opened this business because my desire is to make women feel comfortable, confident and even sexy no matter their background, race, and culture. The only commonality of the clients is that they are well-endowed because that's my passion." I was intrigued as she said that, "So this is your motivation? To help busty women feel their most confident best?" She said, "Absolutely. Don't get me wrong. When a person creates a business, of course they want to profit from it. For me though, it's more than that. This is actually a labor of love. I know it sounds like a contrived clique but I really love it. It's definitely my passion." I asked her another question, an obvious one: "Did you used to have problems with finding the right size?" She laughed, "It's the story of my life. I was an early developer also. I grew up in a family of females of various body types. I am a busty woman with big hips as you can see and I remember the nightmare that bra shopping was for me. I'm older than you and bras were harder to find especially for women like us. Victoria's Secret was a nightmare. To this day they size women wrong. Their DDs are really Cs, for example." I concurred passionately, "Don't get me started on VS! But not just them, until I went to London when I was fitted for the first time at Rigby &Peller that I had problems with the wrong fit. I hated wearing on bras before then. I was very young then but after that day, it changed my life. I try really hard to find bras close to my sister size even though it's not that easy." She commented, "I know what you mean. R&P is great. I went there to be fitted once also, and like you, I got my right size. Anyways, to conclude, one of the things I could see is that women were having a hard time finding our sizes not just me. So I wanted to do something about that. I could always sew. My grand-mom taught me how and I grew passionate about it. I went to Fashion Institute of Technology or FIT where I majored in Fashion Design and minored in Business. At first I went to Delaware State for Forensic Science because I thought that I was my passion but I dropped out. "I worked at retail shops just to be around clothes. I even worked at Bare Essentials as a fitter. I realized that fashion especially making bras was my passion. So I applied for FIT. I was 26 when I entered FIT and I graduated 4 years later. I decided to open this business from my home because that was the easiest way to honor my grandparents' memory. This was their house and they left it to me so that they could retire to Florida." I marveled, "Amazing. I have to admit I was nervous being here because bra fittings can be cold. However, you are so personable. I am starting to relax now. Having your business in your house surprisingly makes me feel at home myself." She smiled, "Thank you. I'm glad to make you feel at ease." There was no one else here just as she told Sophie. I was her only appointment. She does this for a living and it's not like I have never shown them to other women. So I thought, Let me do what I came here for. Here is the moment of truth. I asked her, "So do you want to see me? You know, with my top off?" She responded, "If you like. I want to truly diagnose your problem." I stood up. I lifted up my shirt and dropped it to the floor. I notice she had her tape with her that she had in her hand as we were talking. I don't know why I didn't notice it until then. I was going to take off my bra before she said, "Not yet. Keep your bra on." She looked me. I discerned her sizing me up before she said, "Turn around." I did as she told me. Even though this is usually a cold experience, it somehow felt erotic coming from hearing her melodic lit telling me what to do.