Date: Mon, 13 Sep 1999 22:01:41 +0800
From: Stephanie
Subject: MY FIRST TRUE LOVE

My name is Stephanie from Malaysia and this is a true story that I'm
writing.  There's no pussy eating and tits sucking in my story.  Sorry to
disappoint anyone who likes pussy eating and tits sucking story. It is
about finding my first true love with an older woman.  I always have this
tendency for women since I was a teenager maybe because I came from an all
girls' school.  But used to think that I would grow out of it when I'm more
matured and older until this woman came along.

CHAPTER ONE

This is how the story begins.

It was seven years ago.  I was in mid 20s then with sweet pretty face, long
hair and voluptuous body.  My boyfriend of two years and I had just broke
up.  Although he's good looking, I have never truly felt happy with
him. Frankly, I didn't even enjoyed having sex with him and that frightened
me thinking something could be very wrong with me.  Whenever I fantasised
about having sex with women, it would bring me intense orgasm during sexual
intercourse with my boyfriend and even during masturbation.  When we broke
up, I felt relieved.  Most people would feel depressed but not me.  Well,
someday I would meet the person that I truly love.

The company that I was working with as a secretary was going to dissolve.
Our country was facing a recession and the unemployment rate is going up.
I had gone for a few job interviews I saw from the newspaper but none was
successful. I was feeling hopeless, disappointed and anxious about being
unemployed.  I had to get another job before this company closed down and
eventually signed up with an employment agency in town.

A few days later, I received this call from a woman requesting me to go for
an interview in her company. The company she was working with was looking
for a secretary. She told me that the employment agency had contacted her
and recommended me for the position. She asked me to look for her when I
get there.  Her name was Jennifer and she was the Personal Assistant to the
General Manager.

The next day I took one-day leave and went to her company for the job
interview feeling a little nervous.  I had almost given up hope of finding
myself a job.  Finally I reached the destination and at the reception, I
asked for Jennifer.  After the receptionist gave me a job application form
I seated myself on the couch filling up the form.  It took me about 10
minutes to complete the form.  It seems like ages although I had only
waited a few more minutes when Jennifer came out to greet me.  "Hi! I'm
Jennifer sorry to keep you waiting."  I stood up to shake her hand warmly
and greeted her.  She has the same height as I am at 5'3" but with smaller
tits, short hair and curvy hips.  She's about a few years older probably in
her 30s and look attractive and feminine in her business suit.  She took
the application form from me and led me to her office.  All the way to her
office we talked.  Well, she seems friendly and nice.

Her office was situated next to the General Manager's office with glass
partition in front but covered with blinds.  The door was wide opened and
we walked in. A man in his 40s was seated on a chair opposite her table.
He smiled at me and introduced himself as he shakes my hand.  "I'm Paul,
Head of Administration you must be Stephanie."  Obviously he was expecting
me.  I greeted him, "please to meet you" and sit next to him.  Jennifer has
already seated herself behind her table after closing the door.  While she
and Paul were studying my application form, I looked around her clustered
office.  There was a computer rack with a computer on the right side of the
wall near the glass partition.

After a few minutes of silence, Paul started the interview by explaining
that he was looking for a secretary for his department.  Every now and
then, Jennifer would also throw me a few questions.  Finally to my
relieved, the interview ended after about half an hour.  Jennifer walked me
out of her office and showed me around the company.  As she was showing me
around, I was thinking to myself, "am I going to be offered the job."  As
we reached the reception area she assured me she would contact me later of
the outcome.  At that time, as she was speaking to me I saw her glancing at
my breasts.  I pretend not to notice so as not to make her feel embarass.
No doubt I have well endowed bosom and the tight sweater I was wearing over
a flowered skirts has revealed the sexy curves.  We said goodbye and I
left.  The whole day after that I kept thinking about the way she had
looked at my body and it made me feel sexy.


To be continued