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When I Was a Young Girl

When I was a young girl 12 yrs old I began cleaning this older gentleman?s house who just lived down the street on Saturday mornings as my first job and VERY OWN MONEY!.. He was a widower and was around 50 or so at that time. We actually became good friends and as I cleaned he would teach me about classic rock and liked to play his favorite songs as I cleaned. My body was just starting to develop; my breasts began growing at a tremendous rate I might add. But of course at that age I was feeling awkward and somewhat foreign to myself then as well.

However Bob would always tell me how cute I was, according to him I got cuter by the minute and that always made me feel better about myself. Well as the months went by I continued to clean Bobs house on Saturday mornings and we began to be very good friends. I could tell Bob many things I couldn?t tell my parents or even my friends. He was always helpful and encouraging and willing to listen. One day I was wearing a white thin ribbed tank top and I kept catching Bob?s eyes peaking down my top every time I leaned over to dust or vacuum, finally I stopped what I was doing and asked if he was enjoying the view and giggled. Although he turned bright red and blushed a bit embarrassed he was caught he told me my young breasts were what dreams were made of and threw a dozen compliments my way, actually making me feel good, somewhat sexy and wonderfully powerful in a mysterious way. So I continued leaning and bending and started enjoying his attention and enjoyed feeling like a sexy woman woman for the first time.

That also opened up discussions of more of a sexual nature between us and Bob made dialogue between us comfortable and easy and my questions were always answered in a supportive and non-judgmental way. And because I knew Bob was interested in my constantly growing breasts, I began lifting up my tops fast and giving him a flash or two and I would giggle and he would blush but it was all in good friendly fun. Then on one Saturday I was wearing what was probably my very first, very sexy first black lace bra and of course Bob noticed it immediately. Feeling wild that day after hearing his comment about my new hot bra I pulled my top up over my head and then pretended like a New York runway model at a prestigious fashion show walking down the runway ?supermodel ling? my new black bra for him. He started pulling dollar bills out of his pockets and tossing them at my feet which made the whole thing fun and like a silly game. I was mostly acutely aware of the attention I was receiving right then and I will admit I did enjoy it. I felt sexy, special and like I was becoming a woman.

Of course it didn?t take long after that, that I began not only removing my top almost immediately upon entering Bobs house, but I began being comfortable removing my bra as well and doing my work topless, much to Bobs delight as well my own. That also led to more intimate talks between us and I was curious about my own body and curious about men?s bodies and I was free to ask Bob whatever I wanted and we had many marvelous and honest discussions about anatomy, masturbation, sex, etc. I was never pushed into anything, rushed into anything, cajoled or intimidated into doing anything that I wasn?t ready for or that I wasn?t interested in. I was never taken advantage of or misused or mistreated. Instead I made a wonderful friend, counselor, confidante and mentor that I appreciated then and still appreciate to this day. The point of this story isn?t to make up erotic adventures for sexual fantasy fulfillment, the point is to simply demonstrate that not always are older men cunning wolves devouring young women, quite the contrary happened in my case, I found a life-long friend and learned and asked questions about things I would have never dared with anyone else, in any other forum. I became a well-educated young female, prepared with knowledge that no one else would have been comfortable giving me, but knowledge that I needed in order to be better prepared for my adolescence and dealing with teenage boys.

I will always love you Bob~

Darla

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