Lane stopped walking toward Gary then she smiled and performed a perfect pirouette before him. Gary didn’t know what to say, except ask, “You’re a dancer?”
Lane giggled a little then stepped toward Gary, sat down on the coffee table in front of him and said softly. “I wish … that was long time ago … so honey what’s on your mind today?”
“Um … why are you wearing a bathing suit and heels?” asked Gary as he tried hard not to look at Lane’s huge breasts nearly completely exposed in front of him.
Lane giggled a little then said, “Sweetie, this is a teddy … it’s a garment of seduction … I wore them a lot a long time ago, you can look all you want … I don’t mind.”
Gary glanced down at Lane’s huge stiff nipples for a nanosecond then back into her eyes, “I don’t know what to look at first.”
“Lesson number three … know what you’re looking at, not what you see,” Lane said as she placed her hands on her pure white thighs.
“What I see is … an unbelievable set?” asked Gary as he felt his heart pound in his ears.
“Gary … what you see is a pair of 38 DD’s but do you know what you’re looking at?” said Lane and offered her breasts to Gary by holding them up.
“I’m not sure what you mean, Lane,” said Gary as he felt he needed to lunge forward and sink his face between the giant blobs of white flesh.
“Have you ever heard the saying, a diamond in the rough?” Lane asked as she released her breasts.
“Yeah, I think it means there’s something special under all the dirt or something like that,” said Gary as he tried hard to understand why his penis hurt.
Lane wiggled a little driving Gary crazy, “Close enough, but there are two sides to that saying … the diamond is rough before the cuts, then the beauty emerges when the correct cuts are made by the right hands, then in time the preciousness becomes rough and the luster forgotten,” said Lane calmly as she tried hard not to tell the boy sitting in front of her to stand up and drop his pants so she could suck his stiff cock.
“I think I get it,” said Gary as he felt his penis throb.
Lane smiled a little then spoke with a soft voice, “Now …this is what you’re looking at … When I was a young girl, I had a dance teacher … he was very handsome and gentle with me … he made me feel, well lets say, he made me feel like a woman … but I was told when my breasts began to grow I could never be a prima ballerina because my tits were too big …I was offered an alternative, and I accepted not knowing what I was getting into … but …I fell in love with the lifestyle … met some very wealthy and powerful men and women … bought new clothes, saved a bunch of money … traveled a lot to places I never knew existed and did it all with other people’s money … basically, I enjoyed being what I was … am I boring you honey?”
“No, I’m beginning to know what I’m looking at,” said Gary in a near whisper, then he added with confidence, “You were a hooker, weren’t you?”
Lane sat very still for a moment as she glanced back and forth into Gary’s longing eyes then she asked, “Is that what you think you’re looking at … or are you sure that’s what you’re looking at?”