No longer a C-Cup

Ch.2: The Fantasy

Chapter 2
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Bianca lay quietly as the masseuse worked his magic on
her buffed body. She had worked extra hard this work
out. She wanted to be buffed and pumped for her date
with the darling Izzy. Yes, Izzy, her mind drifted
to those high school days of so long ago. Watching that
blond baby girl on the balance beam. Izzy was younger
then, her body svelte and nubile, she had matured she
was fuller now. Her body somewhere between a mature
woman and young baby girl.
Even in high school Bianca could see that this 15 year
old had all the makings of becoming a beautiful girl.
Izzy's legs would spasm, her muscles would tense, the
nipples on her newly formed breasts would grow hard as
she pirouetted up and down the beam. At times, Coach
would become so aroused that she would have to leave
they gym and retreat to her office. Where she would
lock the door and quickly slide a finger deep into her
warm bubbling womb.
The masseuse worked lower to her legs, as she
remembered the time she found lovely Izzy alone in
the shower. The little darling stood in a mist of
steam, the hot water cascading down her firm young
body. Bianca look closely at her precious student, a
slim body, made firm from years of gymnastics, darling
pink bubble gum nipples on top of succulent twin
puffies, a wonderful tight little girl ass, a sweet
fresh untainted baby girl pussy. Blond, lightly muffed,
darling. Bianca had felt her mouth water and her pussy
convulse. It was at that moment that Coach Reynolds,
the girl's basketball coach, walked into the locker
room. Breaking her trance, Bianca went to her office
for another round of hot visions of the precious
Izzy.
As she sat up from the massage table. She looked at
herself in the mirror. Her body was buffed, hard,
muscles full of blood. Not bad for a 38 year old
lesbian she thought to herself smiling. She knew
exactly what she would wear tonight. Her white leather
jump suit, it highlighted her recent tan to perfection.
It was very tight and was cut very low in the back,
sleeve less, and low enough in the front to show a fair
amount of her bountiful cleavage. If one looked closely
at her they could see the definition of some of her
muscles. She liked that. She had worked long hours for
many years and felt she had earned the right to show
off her body. It aroused her when people looked at her,
especially when they were darling baby girls like
Izzy.
Izzy was filling the soaking tub in her hotel room.
She was glad her parents had given her a room to
herself as she slid into the hot steaming water. She
had told her mother about running into Coach Bennington
and the invitation to dinner. Her mother remembered
Coach Bennington, and was happy to let Izzy go. She
wanted her daughter to grow socially and it would give
her and Izzy's dad an evening alone.
As she laid peacefully in the hot soapy water,
listening to the pounding of the water flowing into the
tub. Izzy began to relax. She cupped her full breast
and thought about meeting Coach Bennington that
afternoon. Ever since the meeting she had been in a
fog. She couldn't believe what had happened. She
couldn't believe the way Coach Bennington's touch to
her cheek had made her feel.
She couldn't believe how her words had made her quiver.
Baby girl, rang repeatedly in her mind over and over.
Could she be a baby girl? What was a baby girl? She
wondered. She pinched her nipple at the thought. Her
finger slowly eased into her pussy. Oh it felt so good.
She thought back to high school. She saw Coach
Bennington standing there in her sleeve less white
coaches top and shorts. None of the other coaches
filled out that top like Coach Bennington did. Her
massive breasts high and firm, her body well muscled
from years of lifting weights. All the boys loved Coach
Bennington and would hang around the gym just to get a
chance to see her.
Izzy reached up to turn the water off. She leaned
back into the tub and remembered coach standing next to
her as she practiced on the balance beam. Watching her
every move, critiquing her in a positive way, touching
her nubile body with strong hands to guide her though a
difficult move. After almost every practice she would
hurry home wanting to get there before her parents came
home from work. She would run up to her room and lock
the door. Soon her clothes would be strewn about and
she would lie in her bed caressing her fevered body.
She would think back to the days practice remembering a
touch, a word, the smell of her perfume, the sight of
her coach standing across the gym, that hard body,
those big breasts, just about any thought of Coach
Bennington was enough to make her young blond pussy
quiver and cum in her hand. Now she had run into her
coach at the pool, here in Mexico, she still thought it
unbelievable.
Her finger sliced into her precious blond crease, she
knew she shouldn't but she couldn't help herself. It
was like she was in school again. Her mind flashed to
the days events. Coach Bennington and her hard muscled
body walking towards her, the touch of her hand to her
cheek, the confident eyes moving up and down her body,
those large voluptuous breasts seemly jumping out of
there halter. What did it all mean?
Oh my, she couldn't help herself, she couldn't stop,
her finger worked faster, she splashed water to the
floor, her body tensed, two more gentle strokes and she
came. Her mind went blank giving into the pleasure of
the white light.