[Musing] Dairy Tour

[pre-story]The first of a new batch of monthly patron-suggested musings! [redacted][/pre-story]

“Right this way, my dear.” Ms. Brown called, a warm, knowing smile on her full, soft lips as she pulled open a door and gestured through.

Becky swallowed, adjusting her thick glasses and biting her lip, slightly intimidated. She was short and mousey, with short, messy, dirty blonde hair, freckles, and a figure that hadn’t quite ‘blossomed’, and after graduating, she’d just about given up hope it would. Ms. Brown, by contrast, was everything she wasn’t. The mature woman was tall, graceful and glamorous, with long auburn hair pulled up into a bun, she moved with confidence to spare. And why shouldn’t she be confident? With that supermodel face and pornstar body… No, porn stars would have looked positively scrawny compared to her. Her breasts were MASSIVE, each easily the size of her head, her business suit presenting what seemed like a mile of cleavage. And her hips! Her pinstripe skirt strained to contain the bounty of her broad hips. Becky considered herself pretty straight, but walking behind Ms. Brown, she could hardly take her eyes off the mature beauty’s swaying, jiggling backside.