Lo, A Matron Blooming

Stylings by Bizarra-2

Conscious of Senora standing behind her and watching her intently as she undressed, Maria slowly lifted her eyes and forced herself to look into the full-length mirror. A leggy brunette in sheer ivory panties, garter belt, nylons, and a low cut designer bra stared apprehensively back at her. Her boss, the iron-willed Diva, insisted her female employees wear only the firm’s lines of underwear, jeans, leather and denim skirts, stiletto heels, and seamed nylons. Maria thought it was an odd dress code, but the Diva insisted. The employees were a living breathing catalog meant to show the buyers her latest designs when they visited her firm. It was a mixed blessing. On one hand, Maria sometimes felt like she was little more than one of the Diva’s mannequins. On the other hand, she had built up a generous and very expensive wardrobe of showy underwear and outer garments none of which she had to pay for.

The girl in the mirror looked back at Maria with unblinking gray-green eyes neatly framed in pale blue shades of eye shadow. Her raven-dark hair rippled in lustrous strands and waves over her shoulders, framing an oval face and a creamy complexion. Her mouth was open and her lips full, making Maria wonder if they were too delectable. Was this really her? Is this how Senora, Jeffrey, and the mannequins really saw her? She thought the bosom on the girl in the mirror was too large for the rest of her. Her breasts rose from her bra into a deep natural cleavage. Her low cut bra and cleavage were visible through her sheer blouse.

Maria shivered when Senora’s fingers slipped beneath the band of her bra and began to unhook it.

“So, young lady, I can feel my hands making you shiver. It’s pleasing to see you are not made of stone. Are you aware Jeffrey Stillwell, our illustrious chief bean counter, has been looking at you? He’s quite the hunk and unmarried, too.”

“Senora, please.”

“I didn’t mean to make you blush, sweetie. However, I can see you like him. Look at those n*****s. They tell their own silent tale."

Maria was mortified. She didn’t have to look down to know her n*****s were hardening. “I-I really don’t know him at all. He never says anything to me, but I can feel it when he looks at me. On the other hand, he probably looks that same way at Molly and the rest of the mannequins.”

“Mmm, maybe, but I can tell you he’s on thin ice if the Diva catches him. Those mannequins are the property of the Diva. He looks at them – and you – at his own peril. Besides, they’re too young for him. I can assure you you’ve caught his eye, but he’ll need the Diva’s permission to even talk to you. And so far, she hasn’t given him permission nor do I think she ever will.”

“Senora, you amaze me. How do you know all this?”

“It’s easy, my little cabbage. You know I started this firm with the Diva many years ago. We were the only ones back then. We worked hard together to grow the business; make it what it is today. I probably know her better than she does.”

“Will you ask her about Jeffrey?"

Perhaps I will someday, but not just now. The Diva has begun putting Jeffrey through some training, a lengthy period of attitude adjustment. She’s not going to let him out any time soon.”

“I-I see.”

“Don’t look so crestfallen. What about your Page? Last time I saw her here, it was plain to see she’s nuts about you.”

“I know, Senora, and I love Page, too. She’s my absolute best girlfriend. This may be hard for you to believe but I’ve never been with a man. I-I mean what is it like when he puts that big...”

“Oh, you mean his c**k? It can be wonderful or horrible, depending on how you manage it. Early on in my marriage, I took the time to train my hubby. He pleasures me now – not the other way around. He’s learned to find his own pleasure in that. I understand your needs, Cara Mia, and I will find you the right boy, but it won’t be Jeffrey. I’m afraid he belongs to the Diva. There are one or two other boys in the firm. Just give me a little time.”

The older woman was being so frank, Maria couldn’t help herself. Her cheeks flushed with embarrassment. “Th-Thank, you, Senora,” she said softly as the older woman put her arm around her.

“It’ll all work out, but right now I want to measure your bust and see what we can do about those chafing bras.”

Maria began to relax; she knew she was in good hands. The color in her scarlet cheeks began to recede and she felt herself going limp as Senora put the measuring tape around her and drew it taut beneath her breasts and then over the twin peaks. When Angelina was finished measuring, she stood back, draped the tailor’s tape around her neck, and set her hands on her hips.

“I’m going to tell you what you already know, Cara: compared with the rest of you, your bust line is truly remarkable. Your bra is too small. I’d put you in a 38K. While I measured you, I noticed how sensitive your breasts have become. You shivered when I touched them. I’ll bet your n*****s are tingling.”

Blushing again, Maria nodded. Angelina’s warm hands and her tape measure had teased her n*****s erect and much to her embarrassment they refused to relax, which brought an understanding smile to Angelina’s face.

“I understand, Maria, and I sympathize with you. I’m the same way. When my hubby touches me there, I light up.”

“It can be so embarrassing,” Maria whispered, thinking of the Diva’s hands, which were always seemingly accidentally, intimately touching her when they worked together at her sewing machine.

“Look, Maria, you have a beautiful bust line, so large and full. You should be grateful for such an ample bosom.” Senora set her hands on her generous hips. She regarded Maria for a moment before she spoke. “I envy you, Cara Mia! I have an even bigger bust line, but gravity has taken its toll. Look at me. You are so fortunate!”

“Senora, what are you suggesting?”

“Non ti preoccupare, my darling!”

Maria looked puzzled.

“It means don’t worry, Maria. For you, the solution is to stop wearing a bra. You’re at the right age and you have the perfect breasts for it. I myself haven’t worn a bra in over thirty years. It’s one of the ways I control my hubby. He worships my jiggling low-slung bosom. He tells me I remind him of his dear Sicilian mother. In bed, he’s such a sweet boy. He tells me these things when I’m on top of him, smothering him.”

Maria smiled then gave the lingerie designer a quizzical look. She silently wondered how the Diva, Jeffrey Stillwell, and the rest of the firm would react if she were to come into the office braless?

“That’s right, I remind him of his mother. It doesn’t bother me. For me, it’s a compliment. Considering how it’s kept him performing in bed, I’m perfectly content with that.”

“Senora, what about me?”

“As for you, Cara Mia, you’d be far prettier and more comfortable braless and you’ll learn to enjoy the looks you’ll get. I know the Diva would prefer you braless in the office and it might even lead to a promotion. It wouldn’t surprise me if she asked me to create some new tops for you to wear.” Angelina’s face softened at Maria’s dismay. “Cara Mia, I don’t think you understand. You have a great future here. But as quirky as she is, you must fall in line with the Diva.”

Maria nodded slowly. The Diva had been hinting she’d look ever so much better in sheer see-through blouses without a bra. The Diva hadn’t pushed the idea – simply mentioned it a few times in passing. Perhaps it was the right thing to do. She intended to stay with the clothing design firm. The pay was good and she had plenty of opportunities to exercise her creative drive.

Senora took Maria’s lush breasts into her hands and lifted them. “Such beautiful breasts shouldn’t be hidden in a bra, Maria. You should display them for our benefit. In time, I’ll find the right boy for you. It will be a wonderful experience.”

“I’ve never had a boyfriend,” Maria whispered.

“Twenty eight years old and never been f****d, eh?” Senora smiled. “I’m glad you waited so I can properly teach you. Do you or Page have a strap-on dildo?”

“Dildo?”

“Yes, a strap-on c**k, a man’s erect c**k made of rubber. You strap it over your hips. Page would love it.”

“Omigod, no, we don’t have anything like that. I’ve heard of them, but we’ve never even seen one.”

“Darling, you must get a strap-on c**k. It will eliminate the need for a man in your lives. Are you living with Page?"

Maria’s head was swimming with conflicting thoughts. “Well, yes… sort of… I mean we haven’t… we don’t actually live together. We weren’t sure...”

“Maybe you should live together. What would she think if you stopped wearing a bra?”

“I-I don’t know. We’ve never discussed it.”

“Cara, I think I know Page well enough. She’s naturally submissive. She’ll love you braless as much as my hubby loves me braless. You can get dressed now and for my sake even though I designed it, don’t wear that bra again. Trust me. Go to Page. Talk to her. Have some vino. Tell her in no uncertain terms you are both going to lose your virginity as God intended.”

“Senora, how will I arrange it? I mean...”

“Non ti preoccupare, my darling,” Senoras spoke softly, calmly. “I’ll be there with a young man to minister to you both. Little does he know what the Diva and I will have in store for him after you have drained every drop of his manhood. He’ll wish he’d never seen either of you!”

Maria could scarcely imagine the aftermath as she whispered, “Thank you, Senora. I knew you’d be able to help me.” Maria hugged her mentor as hard as she could.

“Go, Maria. The Diva’s waiting for me. We have Molly to look after. Leave off your bra and spend the night with Page.” Senora kissed Maria, left her office, and hurried down the hall. Maria watched her mentor until she had disappeared into the Diva’s suite. As the door closed, she whispered, “Thank you, Senora.”

As she buttoned her blouse, stepped into her skirt, and with some difficulty worked the taut leather up and over her hips her pent up tears brimmed and trickled down her cheeks. She folded her bra and stuffed it into her purse, then as quietly as she could tiptoed along the darkened second floor hallway to the staircase. At the top step, she paused to glance back at the Diva’s office door at the far end of the hallway.

As she began to descend the staircase, she heard Molly shriek. The mannequin’s heart-felt cry excited her, made her pause at the stair well. The Diva and Senora were in fine fettle. The sounds of the whipping accelerated; Molly’s screams merged into a long sonorous wail, a kaleidoscopic blur of ear candy that sent shivers through Maria and made her wet. For the very first time, she acknowledged and owned her desire, her need to control and punish Page. She waited until the Diva and Senora had finished and Molly’s screams had faded into muted blubbering before she left the building. As she walked out to her car, she noticed Jeffrey Stillwell’s car was still in the lot. Her hand was shaking as she inserted the key into the ignition.

The next morning, when Maria opened her eyes, the first thing she saw was the framed photo of Page looking at her from her nightstand. Page, the girl with chestnut hair, an incredible set of boobs, and legs that went on forever. In the photo, Page had that same dreamy smile she had when she looked at Maria. She was twenty one, seven years younger than Maria. She’d become an awesome lover and was still innocent, not caring yet where life might lead or what she really wanted. She was the complete virgin, had never engaged in back seat petting, and Maria intended to keep it that way. Page’s expression and parted lips in the photo reminded Maria it had been awhile since she’d had her tongue in that girl’s mouth and her chestnut mane clamped between her legs. That girl was a virgin, but she had a silvery tongue that wouldn’t quit – not to mention her tawny body. There was something else, too, niggling Maria, but she couldn’t put her finger on what it was.

Something had been going on in their relationship. Something was happening or perhaps it was only happening to Maria. It was as if her perspective was changing; the sense of it was manifest by the tautening in her belly when she looked at the photo. There was a heightened conviction and the tone of her voice had begun to change when she spoke to Page.