Boobs

What can I say... Ain't boobs brilliant!

Ever since I started puberty I have wanted big boobs. Well, just boobs would have been good to start with. I was the last girl in my class to start wearing a bra. This was partly due to my Mum's unindulgent attitude of "You don't NEED one yet". What does needing one have to do with it when you're 13? She's never really needed one herself, and didn't really seem to get how desirable they were to me. I didn't go on about it though, infact I don't ever remembering asking for a bra, I didn't want to seem too girly, I liked to live up to my Mum's perception of me as practical and sensible.

Ever practical and sensible, I took up my best friend's offer of hand-me-downs when she grew out of them. There was a selection of colours and sizes, only the smallest (32AA - nobody NEEDS that!) of which fitted me. I was delighted, and spent a fair amount of time admiring my new womanly look in the mirror. I could now be promoted from vest-wearer to bra-wearer, and proudly wore my new bra to school, knowing that it showed through my white school blouse.

I couldn't wait for the time when I would fit into my favourite bra in the collection. It was a bright blue push-up Wonderbra. My step-mum used to ALWAYS wear a Wonderbra and I thought that her boobs looked great in them. I quickly became impatient and tried it on with the cups stuffed with tissues. One Saturday I even ventured into town on the bus wearing the stuffed wonderbra undernearth a vest and a jumper to disguise the lumpiness of it. The tight strap around my ribs gave me the constant feeling that my vest or something had ridden up and needed to be pulled down to make it more comfortable. I was quite glad to get it off when I got home.

I only had a small window of time when my boobs were sufficiently large and at the same time my bum was sufficiently small. It didn't last long, as nature took its course.

I had another best friend who I used to often stay over with. We always had a great time together. The best times were to be had at the local teenagers' disco where we were extremely interested in the boys. She was more developed than me in the boob department, infact she had seemed to go immediately from the girl stage to the droopy stage, but her boobs were still full and a matter of great envy and desire to me. I remember one time we were messing about in the middle of the night underneath the covers of a shared double bed, both wearing our nighties. I had such a strong desire to touch her boobs, they would have been so soft and full and sexy through the t-shirt fabric. The urge almost overcame me but I had the feeling she would go mad with me, call me a lesbian and chuck me. It wasn't worth it.

A few years ago I was on a skiing trip in Austria. I was having a great time with the skiing, boozing and partying. I was part of a very large group on an adventurous training trip through work. We were all young and fit. I had spent the best part of the first week shagging one of the instructors. I knew he was married but we had a saying "What happens away stays away". I'm not so easy with the expression these days, now being from a different perspective, but then I had no scruples and just LOVED SEX! We had some great sessions in the huge lodge that the privilaged instructors were staying in, it had one of those showers with jets at all different levels. Ah - good memories. After that first week he had to leave, but along came another of my friends' friends and I spent the second week shagging him. Apparently the two of them were good mates but who cared? I was having fun. I subsequently went on to be his girlfriend for about 2 years but that's another story.

At the end of the trip my mate and I were waiting around in the accomadation and one of the other guys was chatting with us. We were both wearing little vest tops and I had no bra on. I was feeling pretty good about the shape I was in at the time having just managed to lose a few unwanted pounds. He said "Have you ever thought about having a boob job?". Up to that point I honestly had never felt the need for one. I felt my boobs were a sufficient handful and had even been called "busty" once or twice. However, the seed had been sown.

A year or so later the idea had become stronger and I was making plans to return to part time escort work after a break of about 5 years for a 'proper job'. I knew that I would be able to afford it. My bottom had also grown larger as a result of a period of depression and unhealthy lifestyle. I figured that if I didn't lose weight then a boob job would bring me into proportion, and if I did lose weight then I would still be happy with big boobs. My decision was made. I was going to have a boob job...