Secrets of Fears

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Pinta
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( I want to thks to a big friend here , that had the crazy work to translate this story , full of true situations . Well , you did it! TY SO MUCH! )

Damned memories! Sometimes life is a crazy thing, but that is the secret; without an oasis to find the desert would be boring.

It began a few years ago when I finished working at a big car company and was looking for a new job. I was not in a hurry; I was divorced a few years before and for the first time after it I had the possibility to enjoy three months of doing nothing concerning jobs or working, and to relax. I was tired and preparing for new challenges.

One day I was shopping in a big mall nearby, I met a friend from my old work and his wife Lola. They were just going to a movie, but we sat and talked a little. I was not a close friend of Antonio; he was polite and nothing more at work, but enough to make some conversation sometimes. I felt there was something wrong between them; a certain tension and some silences. They were not good, and when his wife went to the toilet, I asked him…

"Antony , what's going on?"

"Things are not going well…we have problems…"

But then Lola arrived back and we said goodbye after exchanging our phone numbers.

Two days later I received a call. It was her. In a nervous voice she asked me if we could meet and talk. I was curious, so I agreed.

And that's when it all started...

For the next four days, we met and talked. Lola was not working at the time. She was very unhappy with her life; confused and tired of the marriage routine. She told me that she didn't know if she still loved her husband. She had two little girls, aged about 7 and 3, and was feeling a prisoner of housework, etcetera. I did my best to give her a kind of support and listened carefully to what she wanted to explain me about her and Antony. I tried to give her points of view that could help her, and I talked a lot about my own marriage experiences and divorce. She listened carefully.

Lola is a beautiful woman, around 35; small - 5ft 2in tall - green eyes, beautiful long brown hair, a slim, sexy figure; and gorgeous big breasts. I knew how stunning her breasts were, because during the summer, when I went to a very discrete nudist beach near town with my girl friend, we were walking there when someone called my name. It was Antony, and Lola was with him. They invited us to sit with them, and we spent the rest of the day together. Antony asked me not to tell anyone in the office that I had seen them at a nudist beach, which I promised. They said it was their first time there, and my girl friend and I did our best to make it easy for them. Lola and Antony were already having problems, and it was a try, that day at the beach, to put back some spark between them.

Lola was lovely; with the paler marks where she normally wore a swim suit drawing attention to her ass and breasts; and a little shy too. Her body was very curvaceous. Her ass was not big, although very round and sensual. But was her breasts that hypnotised me - so big on such a little and sweet body, and with incredible nipples. I remember thinking that was like those old postal cards of young African native girls with big and full nipples I used to look at when I was a boy. Lola's aureolas were large, and very prominent, and at their centres were the nipples, large and hard. I had never before seen such breasts, with such incredible nipples. Down below she was hairy, not much, but enough to make some natural cover to her vagina lips. I hardly looked at her there though; I was absolutely seduced by those breasts!

Now, in December, just before Christmas...

We talked; she was fragile and insecure. I tried to not think about her body, but every time we met in the coffee house or took a walk in the beautiful park close by, I couldn´t help looking at her discretely. She didn´t do or try anything to seduce me, just talked about her problems. When I asked her why she chose me, she explained…

"You are always very polite, and I feel you have a mature and sensitive mind. Also, you are divorced, so maybe there are some similar situations you can advise me about. I need someone to trust."

I was proud of that of course. And, feeling that strange"power"of asking anything I wanted, caringly and concerning her situation, I did.

Soon I came to understand her situation better than she did: Lola was sexually lacking, but she didn´t admit it to herself. Being so naïve, and considering her wife and mother status, that lack was making her confused and more lost in her personal life.

Once, when we were walking in the park, we talked directly about sex. She told me she masturbated two times a day, almost every day - that relaxed her. I asked if she had any fantasies when doing it. She told me…

"No, but I felt that in my last job, where I worked as a call assistant, men were always trying something because my breasts are big. And being like this…"

She stopped and opened her jacket, pulling back her shoulders to show off her figure…

"…they look bigger. In summer, I had to put on a jacket sometimes; it wasn't decent the way they looked at me. That's one reason I gave up the job."

I thought to myself:"what a view you would be in a light summer dress!" but tell her…

"Well, I saw you naked before, at the beach, your body is very beautiful, and your breasts are fantastic. It's natural that men look at you."

Lola listened carefully and suddenly asked…

"You think my breasts are beautiful?"

"Ohhh yes! Believe me, they are gorgeous; take my word for that!"

She was embarrassed…

"But …"

I push her a little…

"Go on, open your mind!"

"Oh well…I think that they are big, but not beautiful. I feel embarrassed with…"

Lola's face was was turning red.

"With what…?"

"Ok, I feel embarrassed about their size and my nipples, especially my nipples because they are big. And even with my bra on and a shirt, they are so sensitive they stick out so that everybody can see them! Look! You will understand!"

She opened her jacket again. Lola was right; even under her sweater and shirt, and with a bra on, I could easily discern their size.

"That´s why I always wear a parka or a coat, so that I can hide them…!"

That view was incredible! I continued…

"But you said they are sensitive…that´s normal."

"Yes, but I mean very sensitive. Sometimes I masturbate just touching my nipples. After breastfeeding my daughters they are a lot more so. In the last three years it has been a surprise what I have learned about my body. And just thinking of touching them, or for example at work when I felt a co-worker or my supervisor was looking at me enjoying them, makes me feel so edgy. I feel as if I am losing control. I get butterflies in my belly and my nipples become so hard that just the touch of the bra gives me strange sensations; not sexual only, but very embarrassing too. And that´s one reason I left the job. I know I should have looked at them in the eyes and told them to stop or something like that, but I just couldn´t. And at home, I need to masturbate to relax. I don't fantasise about those men, it was just something that scared me and masturbating is the way for me to exorcise that."

I was completely enthralled by her story, and butterflies were what I was feeling in my stomach, plus I had a big big hard on. It was then that I decided to use that information. My brain was exploding with the effort of working out how to enjoy her body without making her feel guilty or used.

So, over the next days we talked a lot more about what she thought what she could be lacking in self control or self confidence. But things turned to my advantage very quickly early one evening: Lola called me, she was crying, asking if we could meet right away. I was at home, about 7 pm. I asked her…

"But is so late, what about Antony?"

"He is travelling. We had a fight on the phone. I told him that I needed to talk with him about starting work again – you have given me the confidence. But he told me that I was now a mother, full time, and he was working, and he was not prepared to talk about it. He said he was tired, and it's my duty was to stay here and take care of my daughters. And then he hung up…

"I´m soooo depressed! I feel like shit!"

This was the first time I had ever heard her swear…

"Please! I need to talk to you …please!"

"Ok, give me your address. I´ll be there as soon as I can."

"Oh, I forgot, be discrete…our neighbours…they are nosey, always looking for stories, so just in case…"

"Ok, I´ll be careful. Do you want me to wear my Santa Claus suit?"

At this she laughed happily…

"That´s what I like about you; you make me laugh. Don't be too long! And don´t ring the door bell; the children are still awake. I´ll be watching by the window."

In half an hour I was there. Their villa was two stories with a small garden around and a garage, which I soon found was not in use for cars - Antony had converted it to a party room or something. At the front it had two large windows and a normal door, and was connected to the house by a short stairway. I stopped the car slowly and, trying to be as natural as possible, walked towards the villa's front door. But I was so excited my hard-on was not making things easy for me! The other houses around all had their lights full on; it was dinner time and nobody was watching.

The garage door opened a little…

"Pssstt! In here…!"

Lola let me in and closed the door silently.

"Thank you for coming …it's so nice of you! Thank you…"

"Oh, it's no problem. Do you feel better now?"

"Yes, now you are here. The children are watching TV in their room. We can stay here. I can listen out for them easily. I´m here most of the time; they know it."

I looked around the room: one large sofa, a low table nearby, two individual armchairs, a small bar, a TV and few photos, roller skates, toys and a small intercom which connected to the children room, and the small stairway that connected to the kitchen. We sat on the sofa, near the bar…

"If one of my daughters comes here…they don´t do it often, but…hide behind the bar; she won't know know you are there. We don't want anyone telling Antonio about your visit."

We started to talk. Lola was really stressed, and crying a little, and telling me what I already knew. I put my arm around shoulders her and put a kissed her gently on her cheek, like an older brother. She smiled despite her tears…

"Thank you, you are so kind to me. I don´t know what I´d do if we couldn't talk so much; it helps me to relax and think better."

She was wearing a skirt, a kind of old one for working around the home, dark blue, loose and comfortable. Her feet were naked…

"I always dress like this at home, it's more relaxing…"

She smiled, indicating the baggy shirt she had on; two buttons open at her throat formed a little vee, making her look innocent and sweet.

The garage was warm. I stood up…

"It is hot in here; can I take off my parka?"

"Oh sure, yes, it is nice here. Antony installed a water boiler to keep the room warm, even in winter it's like spring!"

She smiled again, and so did I. But for a very different reason: I could easily see the shape of her nipples under her shirt! I chanced my luck…

"Let me ask you something, you know we don´t have secrets between us now, are you wearing a bra?"

Lola blushed a little…

"Huh…? Welll…yess…"

"Why don´t you free yourself? Be comfortable! You are in your own house! Take it off! I am sure you don´t wear one when you are alone, right?"

I smiled encouragingly and sat down by her side again. I looked at her expectantly. Lola returned my stare for a moment…

"You are right; I have all my usual clothes on that I wear when I'm alone here. Let me go and take it off: It will make me feel better, I know. And I can look in on the kids at the same time."

A few minutes later she was back again, and sat by my side with a nervous smile…

"Well, you are right: I do feel much more at home now. But you know…can´t get rid of that feeling of being watched. But that is so stupid with you isn't it…!"

"It is nice of you to say that, because is important you feel calm without always being on the defensive. And I repeat, there is nothing wrong with your body! See, I´m looking at you right now. Does that make you feel bad?"

I studied Lola's body, doing my best to keep calm myself, first her feet, then allowing my eyes to drift up, at her legs and knees beneath her skirt, up to those breasts that swayed invitingly under their weight each time she moved, so hot and provocative, and ended up looking onto her eyes. I smiled…

"Well? Did that make you feel bad? I looked to you closely from head to toe!"

"Did I pass the exam?" she asked in a low voice.

Her nipples were just driving me crazy; so hard and tall under her shirt. I decided to start the game…

"With flying colours…!"

She blushed again.

"…You know, I have been thinking about and what you said about what happened at work when guys there looked you…"

I pointed with my eyes at her breasts…

"…and I think that we can try something to help you feel safer in those situations…if you trust me."

"Of course I trust you."

I could tell she was curious - and a little anxious too.

"Ok, let´s imagine I am your supervisor, and you are working, and I am doing what you told me makes you nervous."

"Ok, I understand. You think that recreating those situations will help me to overcome my feelings. It could help; with you I can imagine that, But, I think, if I became nervous …well…"

She looked me in the eye, naïvely helping me to put my plan into action without realising it…

"If you become nervous, Lola, we will relax and control that, Ok? That´s what we want…"

I smiled at her, exuding the most calm as I could, but with a hard on that was almost impossible to hide.

"Yes, you right…we will relax and control it…?"

"Right, lets do it this way: you sit back and let yourself go…it´s only me. Just try to feel the same as you always do when we are together. We can talk about anything, but at the same time we need to recreate a situation: to make it more close to what we want. For example, open the shirt a little more. You will feel more exposed and then maybe we can explore that. What you think?"

"Uh…oh, Ok, I see, I agree. Like this…?"

Lola undid two more buttons, making the gap at her throat wider. The tops of her breasts were now exposed and the beginning of her cleavage in full view. But her nipples, which were what I really wanted to see, were still covered. Doing my best to remain calm myself, I insist…

"Lola, I saw you naked once, remember? Open your shirt more. You have to feel exposed and try to feel in control all the same time; that´s the only way."

"Ohh I see…like this?"

She opened two more buttons; only two remained to be undone. Her shirt didn´t move; sitting like she was it stayed in place. But now there was a gap at the bottom, showing off her belly buttom - so sexy. I continue with my game…

"Lola, did Antony know all about those guys looking at your breasts at work, and how that made you feel?"

She looked at me, raising one hand to touch her neck. She completely forgot that her shirt was so wide open. The round, pink edge of one aureola peeked around the edge making my heart work like a mad thing. But I kept my control the best I could…

"Oh no! I never told him anything. Antony would have made such a fuss about it …"

Lola moved moved her hand a little more down, unconsciously dragging part of her shirt to one side and fully exposing her nipple. With her other hand was rubbing the tops of her legs through her skirt. I was now so excited I could feel my precum flowing. She was so incredibly naïve and and yet so hot! I needed to think fast and keep giving her my best arguments to control the situation. An idea flew like crazy into my brain…

"But Antony knew the guy…your supervisor?"

"Yes, sometimes Antony picked me up outside the building when we finished work. And a few times my supervisor was near me. Once Antony asked who the guy was and I thought that introducing him to my husband would make my supervisor more respectful at work. But Antony was stupid and started talking to him about all sorts of silly stuff the like weather and things like that. Another time my supervisor asked Antony what his favourite beach was; maybe just to make conversation. That was in summer. Antony was idiotic enough to tell him we sometimes went to that nudist beach where you found us; do you remember?"

How could I ever forget! I nodded my head. My mouth was dry. That nipple was still in sight, but now only half exposed.

"Well, I was so embarrassed! I knew it would make my supervisor leer at my breasts even more. And I was sure he'd tell all the other guys too! I made a few signs to Antony, but he didn´t understand, or didn´t care, and he went on to explain how nice the beach was, and how my supervisor could go there and so on. After that I was in a continual panic just thinking that we could meet him there. Oh my God, just thinking about that makes me…"

Lola stopped talking, looking at me like a little girl lost in the woods. She realised then that her hand was pushing her shirt aside…

"Oh, what am I doing…!"

"No, don´t move! You were doing fine; you forgot to be on the defensive for a few moments; you, see?"

I smiled warmly, doing my best to prove to her that was that we were in an experiment to help her relax and take control of her feelings of insecurity.

"That´s true. For moments I just forgot!"

She returned my smile, letting her hand rest on the shirt over her breast.

"Well, why don´t you forget again and restart from where you were? Let your shirt fall open; that´s a beginning!"

Carefully, I take her hands in mine, and rest them on her legs…

"Let me do it; just trust me, Ok?"

I knew now that the words"trust me"had a beneficial influence on her, and she was feeling that trust again…

"Ok … I do trust you, you know that …"

"Lola, I´m going to put the shirt as it was…."

I had no option but to tell her lies…

"…I even didn´t notice your shirt was open. It was your movement to close it that attracted my attention. Do you understand? Naturally, it opens just a little. You were not stressed about that, were you?"

"No, that´s true, I didn´t realise…it was only when I looked down and saw that…ummmm…well, my shirt was open…and showing all my…and it was a instinctive move to cover myself."

She smiled but she was acting as if it had been a deliberate move and she was feeling a little guilty, I couldn´t believe it…

"You are doing fine: lets go back to where the shirt was a couple of minutes ago."

Slowly, gently, I began to pull the edges of her shirt apart, fully intending to open a it lot more than it was before. Her breasts were so beautiful! My hands were shaking and sweating, and I had to put my self-control into top gear. Then I realised that maybe this was a bad move and took my hands away…

"It's better that you do it…it's important to you to open your shirt yourself. Be natural; you can do it!"

I sat back to give her space and waited. And she did it! Looking into my eyes with an embarrassed smile, Lola opened her shirt completely to each side, fully exposing those wondrous breasts with their amazing nipples to my admiring gaze. Mu cock jerked so hard it made another precum, much stronger than the first…

"Yes! Good girl!"

I laughed to relax the moment and to make she more easy, almost proud of her courage. But, for me, it was now was more difficult to talk with her. My head was hot and so was my body. Those amazing breasts were only inches away at my side, rising and falling gently with every deep breath she took. She was still very nervous but was refusing to let that feeling get the better of her.

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