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Brigitte92
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OOC: I'm looking for a dominant male to play as Mr. Thompson. This means playing as a much older man, who is pretty damn assertive, dominant (duh) and very very perverted. If you're interested, please send me a PM. Enjoy! 
I knew when Michael showed up to the party; I just didn't think of actually going to him! He looked so surprised when he saw me with four of our coworkers and Mr. Thompson, our big boss who was standing so close to me. In fact, before I even got to wave my boyfriend over, Mr. Thompson did it for me - finally taking his hand away from squeezing my little butt! He was so nice!
I saw Mike and immediately called him out:
"Hey Miiiikeeeyyy!"
I ran towards him, my big boobies bouncing within my tight blue sweater, before giving him a quick kiss on the lips. Michael gave me this concerned look, probably because he could smell some of the alcohol in my breath. He could always tell when I drank too much - according to Mikey, I would smile a little too much and talk a whole lot. But I wasn't drunk! I was only tipsy.
"Let me introduce you to everyone!" I said, grabbing his hand and dragging him towards the nice people.
"Um...where is everyone?" he asked curiously, wondering where all our friends were.
"Oh, they all left. I don't know, I haven't seen them. But come on!" I said "Mr. Thompson is so nice! You have to meet him!"
"Mr. Thompson?"
I chuckled before adding "Yes, Mr. Thompson! You can't believe how nice he is, even if he's the CEO." and bringing him along to introduce him to everyone around. Introductions weren't long and we chatted for a bit. Well, that is until Mr. Thompson held up some mistletoe and told Michael that it was tradition for company employees to kiss under the mistletoe - especially new employees like me!
"Here Melanie, let's show your boyfriend how it works."
I laughed, nearly squealing in delight and said, "Yes sir!"
And just like that, Mr. Thompson took me in his arms (lifting me up just a bit too!) and kissed me. His lips parted mine when his tongue entered my mouth, tasting both the peach flavored lip-balm and my saliva. I was so shocked that he did it that intensely, but I kissed him back and brought my arms around him.
Let me start by saying I know that I am a very lucky girl and I have the best family in the whole world who love me to death and spoil me rotten. I have a great boyfriend who stood by me for two whole years and who was going to the same college as me in just a few months.
My parents are not rich and we live in a small house that borders the highway. My Daddy is a semi-retired mechanic and my Momma doesn't work, per se, but does a lot of volunteer work at our local church, where I go every Sunday for mass and choir practice.
I'm half-way my senior year of high school and was well on my way to getting into college! In just a few months time, I would be studying (or at least, I hoped) at Florida State University. My wonderful boyfriend, Michael, was planning on going there with me - not in the same program, mind you but it was great all the same.
But like I said, my family isn't rich or anything, so I did have to work part-time at the local grocery store with Michael, Julie and John - the last two being some friends of ours at our high school. Michael can't stand seeing me work around there recently, mostly because I get hit on all the time. In fact, some of the more perverted customers call me 'big melons Melanie' because of my chest!
Oh right, I should explain more about that - even though I'm thin and only 5"5, my boobs are a crazy 30JJ. They are really perky and stand up high on my chest. I am really proud of my looks though! I've got big boobs and bright blonde, long hair and a small firm butt - I think every girl wants to look like me! What everyone around me thinks though is that I'm a tease because I haven't done anything with anyone yet. Not even Michael!
I do however spend lots of time on stuff like Snapchat, where I have a lot of followers and people going over my pictures. I get to be a bit more adventurous with Daddy knowing. Michael knows though! He actually came up with the idea and loves the pictures I share there. It makes him feel good about dating someone with a hot body like mine, or so he says. Here's an example, a picture that I sent with lots of cleavage after hanging out at the beach:
Or this one, where I showed everyone my new white bra and panties. Sure the bra didn't fit me (I couldn't find a 30JJ cup bra so I settled for a 30G) but everyone loved it - even I thought that it was amazing how big my boobs have gotten (I mean, they were bigger than my head! I tried lifting my head up but my boobies blocked my vision when I tried). I deleted the picture soon after though, because I was so scared someone I knew was going to find it:
Okay, so I did like some attention on me. But it wasn't a problem because for one, Michael knew all about those pictures and two, it wasn't like I was acting on it. I was a grown woman and could do with I wanted - so long as my parents don't know about it. Not that they would, anyway.
So, all that put aside, what happened one day was around December, there was going to be this huge company Christmas party for Milton Mart; the grocery store that I was talking about. People from all sorts of different divisions were going to show up, which was great for networking. Michael, Julie, John and I were going to go for sure, but unfortunately, my boyfriend was going to be a little late because he wanted to catch up with some school work and would come an hour or so later than us.
I was a bit nervous, because I didn't know what to wear. I settled for a tight blue sweater (that totally matched my eyes), jeans and normal white shoes. I mean, the invitation said to dress casual and that's what we were going to do; after all, it wasn't as if we were executives or anything.
The event was taking place at this room at the Hilton hotel. When we got there, it was so intimidating because of how many people there were and of all the Christmas decorations that were set up. There were a whole lot of people holding drinks in their hands, but I knew we couldn't get any because we were only eighteen years old.
"So, what now?" John asked and Julie shrugged. Then, out of nowhere, someone approached us...
I knew when Michael showed up to the party; I just didn't think of actually going to him! He looked so surprised when he saw me with four of our coworkers and Mr. Thompson, our big boss who was standing so close to me. In fact, before I even got to wave my boyfriend over, Mr. Thompson did it for me - finally taking his hand away from squeezing my little butt! He was so nice!
I saw Mike and immediately called him out:
"Hey Miiiikeeeyyy!"
I ran towards him, my big boobies bouncing within my tight blue sweater, before giving him a quick kiss on the lips. Michael gave me this concerned look, probably because he could smell some of the alcohol in my breath. He could always tell when I drank too much - according to Mikey, I would smile a little too much and talk a whole lot. But I wasn't drunk! I was only tipsy.
"Let me introduce you to everyone!" I said, grabbing his hand and dragging him towards the nice people.
"Um...where is everyone?" he asked curiously, wondering where all our friends were.
"Oh, they all left. I don't know, I haven't seen them. But come on!" I said "Mr. Thompson is so nice! You have to meet him!"
"Mr. Thompson?"
I chuckled before adding "Yes, Mr. Thompson! You can't believe how nice he is, even if he's the CEO." and bringing him along to introduce him to everyone around. Introductions weren't long and we chatted for a bit. Well, that is until Mr. Thompson held up some mistletoe and told Michael that it was tradition for company employees to kiss under the mistletoe - especially new employees like me!
"Here Melanie, let's show your boyfriend how it works."
I laughed, nearly squealing in delight and said, "Yes sir!"
And just like that, Mr. Thompson took me in his arms (lifting me up just a bit too!) and kissed me. His lips parted mine when his tongue entered my mouth, tasting both the peach flavored lip-balm and my saliva. I was so shocked that he did it that intensely, but I kissed him back and brought my arms around him.
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Name: Melanie Smith
Age: 18
Height: 5'5"
Cup size: 30JJ
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I should probably start from the beginning. Hi, my name is Melanie Smith. Here's a few things that you should know about my life;http://i1080.photobucket.com/albums/j328/Nomoremtvsoda/Nomoremtvsoda056/11371201_713998052039527_948227585_n_zps1ti5ebxg.jpg
Name: Melanie Smith
Age: 18
Height: 5'5"
Cup size: 30JJ
...
Let me start by saying I know that I am a very lucky girl and I have the best family in the whole world who love me to death and spoil me rotten. I have a great boyfriend who stood by me for two whole years and who was going to the same college as me in just a few months.
My parents are not rich and we live in a small house that borders the highway. My Daddy is a semi-retired mechanic and my Momma doesn't work, per se, but does a lot of volunteer work at our local church, where I go every Sunday for mass and choir practice.
I'm half-way my senior year of high school and was well on my way to getting into college! In just a few months time, I would be studying (or at least, I hoped) at Florida State University. My wonderful boyfriend, Michael, was planning on going there with me - not in the same program, mind you but it was great all the same.
But like I said, my family isn't rich or anything, so I did have to work part-time at the local grocery store with Michael, Julie and John - the last two being some friends of ours at our high school. Michael can't stand seeing me work around there recently, mostly because I get hit on all the time. In fact, some of the more perverted customers call me 'big melons Melanie' because of my chest!
Oh right, I should explain more about that - even though I'm thin and only 5"5, my boobs are a crazy 30JJ. They are really perky and stand up high on my chest. I am really proud of my looks though! I've got big boobs and bright blonde, long hair and a small firm butt - I think every girl wants to look like me! What everyone around me thinks though is that I'm a tease because I haven't done anything with anyone yet. Not even Michael!
I do however spend lots of time on stuff like Snapchat, where I have a lot of followers and people going over my pictures. I get to be a bit more adventurous with Daddy knowing. Michael knows though! He actually came up with the idea and loves the pictures I share there. It makes him feel good about dating someone with a hot body like mine, or so he says. Here's an example, a picture that I sent with lots of cleavage after hanging out at the beach:
Or this one, where I showed everyone my new white bra and panties. Sure the bra didn't fit me (I couldn't find a 30JJ cup bra so I settled for a 30G) but everyone loved it - even I thought that it was amazing how big my boobs have gotten (I mean, they were bigger than my head! I tried lifting my head up but my boobies blocked my vision when I tried). I deleted the picture soon after though, because I was so scared someone I knew was going to find it:
Okay, so I did like some attention on me. But it wasn't a problem because for one, Michael knew all about those pictures and two, it wasn't like I was acting on it. I was a grown woman and could do with I wanted - so long as my parents don't know about it. Not that they would, anyway.
So, all that put aside, what happened one day was around December, there was going to be this huge company Christmas party for Milton Mart; the grocery store that I was talking about. People from all sorts of different divisions were going to show up, which was great for networking. Michael, Julie, John and I were going to go for sure, but unfortunately, my boyfriend was going to be a little late because he wanted to catch up with some school work and would come an hour or so later than us.
I was a bit nervous, because I didn't know what to wear. I settled for a tight blue sweater (that totally matched my eyes), jeans and normal white shoes. I mean, the invitation said to dress casual and that's what we were going to do; after all, it wasn't as if we were executives or anything.
The event was taking place at this room at the Hilton hotel. When we got there, it was so intimidating because of how many people there were and of all the Christmas decorations that were set up. There were a whole lot of people holding drinks in their hands, but I knew we couldn't get any because we were only eighteen years old.
"So, what now?" John asked and Julie shrugged. Then, out of nowhere, someone approached us...
