Busty Babes 2/Busty Babes - Vol 2.iso/wet_txt/sarah.txt

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                     RECOLLECTIONS OF SARAH
    Sarah, five foot eleven inches of long soft blonde hair,
blue eyes, golden skin, soft red lips, and muscles trained for
an Olympic champion which she almost was.
    I was in my early twenties when I first met her at a track
meet in Eugene, Oregon.  She ran the 800 meters, and ran it well
both for her nation and her college.  I had run earlier when I
was in college, and was at the meet since I had gotten a job
working with the USOC.  I watched her run in one of the heats,
and was attracted to her strength, and as the race progressed
her intelligence and courage.  After the heat, which she won by
the way, I walked up and introduced myself.  One thing led to
another, and we agreed to meet later that evening.
    We met at a tent just outside the stadium where athletes
were getting information on equipment and plans for upcoming
meets.  It was the sort of place, where people would just gather
and find out about everything.  When she approached, we talked
track for a while, meets, runners, equipment, training, then
that was it.  She left, and I found myself extremely attracted
to her.
    Less than a year later I ran into her at an airport, we were
both arriving but from different cities.  I offered to buy her
dinner and she accepted.  Later that night we met for dinner,
and I learned that she had sustained a couple of minor injuries
and wouldn't be running for a while.  This enabled her to have
some time for the first time in her life.  The amount of time a
truly Olympic qualified athlete spends training and competing is
beyond most people's imagination.  It is truly a seventy hour
week, with the rest of time spent resting, thinking, preparing.
    One thing led to another, and we agreed to have dinner the
next night as well.  Over the course of three years, we would
periodically run into each and have dinner alone or with others,
I found myself becoming her friend, and I was a little
disappointed that the relationship never seemed to move beyond
that stage.
    Over the course of the next year, we ran into each other
from time to time at various meets and events.  Each occasion
would give me the opportunity to speak to her, to see her, and
even to shake her hand and once receive a quick kiss on the
cheek.  During this time I found myself beginning to be obsessed
over her, to imagine what lay beneath the clothes, to ponder the
mysteries of her body.  I came to fantasize about her time and
time again, to find myself staring off into space focussing
entirely on her.  Nights were the worst, I would find myself in
bed enraptured by the idea of being with her, of touching her,
of running my fingers along the outline of her body, through her
hair, even possessing her.
    Then one day as I was leaving my apartment building, I saw a
runner approach with a running form that seemed familiar.  As
the outline began to take form and focus, the familiar gait came
nearer and nearer and as it did, my mind began to recognize her,
it was Sarah.
     Miracle of miracles, it was here and she saw me and came
running to me.  "What are you doing here," I asked.  "Just moved
in," she said.  "Moved in where?"  "Right behind you silly," she
said.  "That's my building," I said.  "Yes," she replied, "I knew
that".
    Even though I was late, I didn't want to go to work, I just
wanted to be with her.  But she said she had things to do, and
would see me that night.  Thus began the single longest day in
my captivity of the USOC.
    Later that night, finally, we had the chance to stop and a
talk.  Despite all my fantasies, that was all it was stop and
talk.  She told me she had moved to work with a new trainer, and
that she was going to begin to do weight training to improve her
strength.
    Over the course of the next few months, I made myself as
helpful as I could.  I found myself running errands for her,
talking to her, dropping off clothes at the cleaners, and
driving her from place.  It was in this time that the
relationship began to take form.  I was totally devoted to her,
and soon found myself almost in her service.  After a year, she
suggested that given our friendship, the idea of two apartments
in the same building was silly, why couldn't we just be
roommates?  It made sense to me, and we both moved into a new 2
bedroom in a new complex.
    The relationship from this point on began to accelerate.
She knew that I was devoted to her, that our relationship was
non-sexual, but that I was becoming her servant in almost every
non-sexual way.  It really got started when I told her I was
going to do my wash, would I mind throwing hers in as well.  No
problem I said.  I had already been the cooking and the cleaning
and the shopping, the laundry was just another task that gave me
pleasure because I was doing it for her.  From there we
progressed to where it was just assumed I would do the laundry.
Every Saturday when she went out to run, or work out, I would go
into her room collect her dirty clothes, take them to the
laundry, wash them, dry them, and then even iron them.  After
all since I was ironing for myself, I might as well do her
things too.
    This seemed to open up new vistas, from time to time she
would come into the living room, and sit at my feet brushing her
hair, it was only natural that I would ask for the brush and
begin brushing her hair for her.  Then one time she came in very
stiff and sore, so I offered to massage her.  We wound up buying
a massage table, and I began nightly to massage her; massages
which lasted for up to an hour until my hands and fingers simply
could no longer exert enough strength to knead and rub.
    By the end of six months, I was almost her full time servant
and maid, and still I had never sexually touched her, never seen
her fully undressed.  Six months of living with her, and never
once having even kissed her.  One night while we were talking
with a couple of other runners, both married to others by the
way, the woman said I was seemed as much a "wife" as a friend,
and Sarah said I was much more than a wife, I was her best
friend.
     After they had left, Sarah and I finished a bottle of wine
which was quite unusual since she abided by training rules.  We
laughed about the others, and we laughed about my being a wife.
She looked at me very seriously, and the she asked if I wanted
to be her wife.  I said yes, and she looked at me in a very
particular way.  "Do you mean that," she said, "do you really
want to be my wife."  I answered that I wanted to be whatever she
wanted me to be.  With that she smiled, and leaned over and
kissed me.  This was our first real kiss, a kiss on the lips
with a tongue traveling the outline of my lips and then into my
mouth.  I leaned back against the sofa, and felt the rapture of
such a kiss.  It was a kiss I had imagined for months, and it
resulted in an incredible physical response.
    Soon the lips left my mouth and tongue, and moved down to
the nape of my neck and then up to my ears.  By then the
anticipation of what might finally be fulfillment began to well
up in me, when she stopped.  She just stopped, and said that we
would talk about everything tomorrow night.  With that she rose,
and went off to her bedroom.
    The following night, when I returned home she was sitting at
the kitchen table.  As I walked in, and she offered me coffee.
When I sat down at the table, she looked up and again asked if I
wanted to be her wife.  I answered as I did the night before,
that I wanted to be whatever she wanted me to be.  She stood,
and walked over behind me.  I felt her bend over and wrap her
arms across my shoulders, and then she whispered into my ear, I
want to you to be mine, she said, all mine in every way.  I
reached up and kissed her arm, and and then held my breath for a
second before saying that I would be whatever she wanted me to
be.
    With that she removed her arms, and told me to follow her to
her bedroom.  I walked behind her, and as I entered the room she
walked over to her chair, the stuffed one that sat before the
window.  Looking at me, as she sat, she said "undress."  I stood
there just looking at her as she drew the coffee cup to her
lips.  Now she said, "take your clothes off."  I complied first
unknotting my tie, then drawing it out from under the collar.
The I began to unbutton the shirt, and pulled it out of my
trousers.  The took it off and let it slip to the floor.  I
kicked my shoes off, then unbuckled my belt, and pulled it
through the loops.  Then I unhooked my pants, and bent over to
slide them off my legs.  After they had been dropped to the
floor, I reached over and pulled my socks down, finally I placed
my fingers in my shorts, and drew them down as well.
    Just stand there, she said.  I could feel her eyes traveling
over my body, probing and feeling without even touching me.  It
was the first time I had been naked with her, and then knowing
that she was fully clothed, an embarrassment began to form in me
and a sense of shame and finally humility.  As I looked as her
she told me to pirouette, feeling totally stupid she as she
watch me I found my self complying.  She then told me to go into
the bathroom and take a bath.  As I drew the water, she poured
some oil into the tub and then some beads of some kind.  The
water began to fill the tub, when she told me to get in.
"Bathe yourself", she said, "bathe every part of your body."
     When I had finished bathing, she stood at the edge of the
tub holding in her arms a long towel.  As I dried myself off,
she told me to stand with my arms up over my head, I did so.  as
I stood there she draped the towel around me under my armpits,
and then tucked the towel into itself.  Put your arms down, she
said.  She then took another towel and wrapped it around my head
into a turban.
    She led me over to the sink in front of the mirror, and then
asked me to sit on the chair.  When I had sat, she unwrapped the
long towel, and let it fall to my lap.  She then started to
apply a cream to my chest, the cream stung a little and smelled
funny.  The she reached up with a cloth and began to remove the
cream and with it the small amount of hair on my chest.  Raise
you arm she said, and as I did she began to shave my armpits
first one and then the other.  Then she told to me stand, and as
I did the the towel fell to the floor, she moved over and sat on
the chair and then began to apply a shaving cream to my public
hair.  Then she took out a razor and started to shave me.  When
she had finished, she told me to stand on the chair, and then
she shaved my legs.  Finally she told me sit down, and then she
shaved my face much closer than I had ever done.
    After the shaving was complete, she began to rub a lotion
onto my face, it was a brown lotion.  Then she reached over and
began to apply the rest of the make up, lipstick, blush, eye
shadow, eye liner.  Finally she began to work on my hair,
Bulgarian and styling it.  The she placed a mask over my eyes,
and led me out of the bathroom into her bedroom.  In the
bedroom, she whispered into my ear that I was soon to be all
hers.  With that she sat me on the edge of the bed, and I felt
her remove the mask.  Laid out on the bed were stockings, a
garterbelt, a pair of panties, a padded bra, and a drop waist
jersey dress.  Put them on she said.  I complied.
    After I was dressed she led me back into the bathroom and
told me to close my eyes.  Then she told me to open them and
look into the mirror.  Now she said, you are mine.
    She left the room, and I stayed looking into the mirror
amazed at the difference before me.  I felt a longing well up
deep with me, and an erection that felt strained up against the
panties.  She called to me from the bedroom, as I entered she
was once again seated in the chair.  Come by me she said, and
indicated that I was to sit on the floor to her right.  How do
you like your new clothes she asked.
    They feel different and naughty I replied.  Good she said,
they should feel naughty.  Here is how this going to work, she
said.  From now on when you are home, you will wear women's
clothes at all times.  Later tonight we will go shopping for
some other things for you to wear.  I would like to see you in a
dress, garter belt, stockings and heels most of the time.
Whenever you leave, you must wear something female, probably you
will choose to wear panties.  From here on out you are my wife, and
you will only do what I ask you to do.  If you displease me you
will be punished.  From time to time, I will allow you to make
love to me.  But we will only do that as women do, or when I
decide to be your man.  Is that clear?
     Yes I answered, no longer sure of myself as I was but also
unsure of what I had or was going to become.
    Over the next few days and weeks we settled into a
relationship in which I was being feminized.  We had discussed
whether it was appropriate to begin a medical program to
introduce estrogen into my body, and electrolysis to remove my
body hair permanently.  My nights were filled with doing all the
things Sarah wished me to do.  I did the wash, cleaned the
apartment, did the cooking, and the shopping.  Each minute I was
occupied doing those things, I thought of her and the pleasure I
received being with and being for her.
    Of all the times that were good, the morning was the best.
I would awaken early to make coffee, to draw  a bath, to lay out
her clothes.  Then I would awaken her, and go to draw her bath.
When she joined me in the bathroom, I would remove her night
gown and help her into the tub.  Then I would bathe her from
head to foot, most especially the breasts and mons and anus.
After her bath, I would dry her and powder her, and then lead
her to the bedroom.  I would kneel before her and hold her
panties while she stepped into them.  Then, depending upon what
she was going to do, I would dress her for her runs, or for
whatever.  Dressing her in going out clothes was a joy, the feel
of her legs as I rolled the nylons up her calves and thighs, the
feel of her as I fitted her into a bra and clasped it in the
front or back.  The cradling of her foot as I slipped her heels
onto her.  All of it intoxicating and enamoring.
    All of these feelings, all of these delights gathered me
deeper and deeper into her into aura.  My state was one of total
arousal, each day I waited for it to wane yet it never did.
After some months, my body began to change, it started to
soften, my penis began to get smaller and stay smaller, my
breasts began to enlarge, my body hair started to decrease, and
with that the dressing activities began to accelerate, and
finally too did the beginnings of a sexual relationship.
    I remember the first night vividly. I had prepared a light
dinner, and afterwards she had sat and sipped her tea while I
sat at her feet.  My hair by that time had grown quite long, and
she would run her fingers through it and sometimes brush it for
me.  She liked to style it, and was constantly changing the way
it looked and the way I looked as a result.  I had lost quite a
bit of weight, and the weight loss together with the
hormones had really begun to alter my body significantly.  I had
started to have almost a breast, my hips had begun to fill out,
the hard tone of my legs began to dissolve into something more
feminine, even my voice had begun to change, to soften.
    I loved the winter.  When we went out then I could wear a
bra beneath a blouse and sweater, and the slight rises in
profile pleased me immensely.  I could wear women's jeans, with
the sweater pulled over the label, and boots up to my knees.
Sometimes, I could find myself dressing in completely female
clothes, and still be able to go out.
     I was thinking about that, as Sarah took me by the hand and
led me to the bed.  There she unbuttoned my blouse, and lowered
the cup of my bra to lick and lave my breasts before running
kisses up my chest to my shoulders then along my neck.  Then she
ran her hands down along my sides.  Laying back on the bed, my
hair fluffed up against a pillow, my blouse undone, my breasts
encased in a bra, my female lover kissing and caressing me.
    Soon I felt a longing in my groin, a longing I had not felt
for years, then her hand slipped beneath the hem of my skirt and
began to run along the inside of my thing up above my stockings,
to the pale skin beneath my panties and garterbelt.  Do you like
this she said, I moaned a yes, and she continued to kiss me
deeply as her hand ran up my panties, and then worked its way
across the back.  I felt her pressure for me turn over to my
side and my back, but the luxury of her touch restrained me.
Slowly I began to roll to my side, and then to my stomach.
    I felt her fingers as they began to inch my panties down
beneath my buttocks to my mid thighs, and then the caress of her
fingers across my derriere and then along the opening between my
cheeks.  Finally I felt her finger as it began to circle and
then probe that deep magical part of me.  Then I felt her her
begin to probe me with something other than a finger, I relaxed
and patiently awaited that which was to come.  Soon I began to
feel filled, as this strong solid object entered into me.  I
felt the warmth of her pubic region as it ground into my
buttocks, the pressure of her breasts along my back, the humid
warmth of her breath into my ear, and then we both began to
shudder as this incredibly strong orgasm ran through both of us.
    Later as I lay on the bed, sarah began to stroke my hair and
neck.  As she did so, she began to whisper in my ear that this
was just the beginning.  The future, she said would hold much
more.