The Stories Your Mother Never Told You — Part 13.

Mandy discovering that she could have a waist, and the way a corset helped her breasts look a little larger, was a revelation to the poor girl. I think her taste in underwear was rooted firmly in 1906. As she’d tried on the clothes I offered her I watched her.

She flitted girlishly from with thing to another, holding it against her and admiring herself in the mirror with a smile, a look of disapproval or a blush. She was enjoying herself, lost in the fun of playing with the clothing.

What was most interesting to me was not her lovely young body, but the way in which she seemed to glance at me. She was at once coy, but also inquisitive. It struck me that this was a woman who knew little enough of her own body, but also had a guilty curiosity for that of another woman. As you probably know I’ve slipped easily across several lines sexually. It was quite exciting to be the object of this young woman’s curiosity. While entertaining for me, it was quite clear she did not understand her own feelings.

Her wide eyed curiosity as I’d tried on a few clothes in my bedroom allowed me to play with her in an amusing manner. As I’d squeezed her nipple that day her eyes had closed and her breath quickened, but there was no withdrawal. It was a casual movement and I think she possibly thought she’d imagined it, but there was…