She put down her pen and smiled, saying, "It's Jennifer, why are you here? Sit down quickly." She stood up and let Jennifer sit on the sofa. As she did, she caught sight of the underwear she had just changed, still hanging on the bedside. She was startled and quickly stuffed it into her pocket, grateful that Jennifer hadn't seen it. But she was a little surprised by Jennifer's sudden visit.
Jennifer looked around Lindsay's office, taking in the cleanliness and order. "Mrs. Lindsay, you're really diligent," she said. "You keep your office spotless." Lindsay poured a glass of water in front of Jennifer and smiled modestly.
"That's nothing. As the saying goes, men are afraid of poverty and women are afraid of laziness. Just clean up when you have time. At least you can stay comfortably." Jennifer chatted with Lindsay for a few words, but her expression was hesitant, as if she had something on her mind but was too embarrassed to say it. Lindsay simply smiled and said, "Mrs. Jang, we're colleagues and both female teachers.
If you need my help with anything, please tell me as soon as possible. Don't be polite to me." Hearing what Lindsay said, Jennifer's face blushed slightly, and then she stammered to tell Lindsay her worries. It turned out that a few days ago, while taking a shower at home, she had accidentally discovered a lump in her breast. This had scared her, and she thought she might have breast cancer. She wanted to go to the county hospital to get it checked out.
As Jennifer spoke, Lindsay's expression turned sympathetic, and she reached out to take Jennifer's hand. "Don't worry, Mrs. Jang," she said softly. "We'll get through this together. Let's go to the hospital and get it checked out. I'll come with you." Jennifer's eyes filled with tears, and she nodded gratefully. Lindsay's kindness and concern only made her feel more at ease, and she knew that she could trust her colleague.
It was a tense moment for Jennifer, standing outside the county hospital's gynecology department, her mind racing with anxiety.
The thought of a male doctor, in his fifties, examining her breasts was unsettling, but she couldn't shake off the feeling that she needed to get checked.
As she pondered her situation, she recalled her friend Lindsay, who had also faced similar problems in the past.
Jennifer decided to seek Lindsay's advice, hoping to gain some insight into what to expect.
Lindsay, a middle-age women with a carefree spirit, couldn't help but chuckle inwardly as she listened to Jennifer's concerns. She remembered the countless times she had been poked and prodded by doctors, her breasts being touched and examined with such frequency that she had lost all feeling. The thought of Jennifer's distress was almost comical, but Lindsay knew she had to offer some reassurance.
With a gentle smile, Lindsay said, "It's easy, I'll show you. Just take off your clothes, and I'll demonstrate." Jennifer's eyes widened in surprise, and she glanced nervously at the door, as if expecting someone to burst in at any moment. Lindsay walked over, drew the curtains, and bolted the door, her voice calm and soothing. "Now, you can relax. Take off your clothes quickly."
Jennifer hesitated for a moment before slowly unfastening her skirt and bra. As she stood before Lindsay, her trembling white breasts popped out, their nipples the size of peanuts, and the areola a delicate pink color, still attractive despite being slightly darker due to breastfeeding. Lindsay's eyes widened as she took in the sight, her gaze drawn to the firm, tall breasts that seemed to defy gravity.
For a moment, Lindsay was lost in thought, her mind comparing her own breasts to Jennifer's. Her own had sagged slightly after childbirth and breastfeeding, their roundness and firmness lost. She couldn't help but feel a twinge of jealousy, wondering if her husband's lack of interest in her was due to her own physical changes. Only a young man like Evan, with his insatiable appetite for her breasts, seemed to appreciate her in all her glory.
As Lindsay's thoughts wandered, a ridiculous idea crept into her mind. When she was intimate with Evan, his favorite pastime was to suck her nipples like a baby, making her feel an inexplicable excitement. The memory sent a shiver down her spine, and she couldn't help but glance at Jennifer's breasts with newfound appreciation.
"Mrs. Lindsay, please stop staring," Jennifer said, her voice laced with embarrassment as she reached out to cover her plump breasts.
Lindsay smiled, her eyes sparkling with amusement. "What's there to be embarrassed about? Let me show you." She gently asked Jennifer to put her hand down, and with a deft touch, she began to knead the base of Jennifer's breasts. The sensation was delicate, yet full of elasticity, like a tender flower unfolding its petals.
Jennifer felt as if she was being crawled by ants, her skin prickling with sensitivity. Lindsay's small hands made her feel itchy and numb all over, her nipples hardening in response. Her thighs began to leak with vaginal fluid, soaking her panties, but she bit her lip, determined not to make a sound.
At first, Lindsay's touch was gentle, a serious examination for Jennifer's benefit. But as she saw Jennifer's reaction, she couldn't help but tease her. With a mischievous glint in her eye, Lindsay began to draw circles in front of the most sensitive nipple on Jennifer's breast. Jennifer's look of endurance was almost comical, and Lindsay felt a thrill of pleasure.
However, Lindsay's intentions were pure. Seeing Jennifer on the verge of collapse, she withdrew her hand, let Jennifer put on her clothes, and reassured her, "Don't worry, it's nothing serious. You just have some endocrine disorders. You'll be fine after a few days of good rest. I used to have this situation often."
Jennifer was relieved, and as she took the opportunity to consult Lindsay about breast care knowledge, the two women became much more familiar with each other.
Lindsay learned that Jennifer and her husband were separated, with her husband working for a construction company and often on business trips, returning only once every few months to leave just as quickly.
It was a typical day at the school, with students bustling about and teachers going about their duties. Jennifer, a young and impressionable teacher, had just left Lindsay's office, feeling a mix of emotions.
Their conversation had been candid and insightful, but also left her with more questions than answers. Lindsay's words had struck a chord within her, and she couldn't shake off the feeling that there was more to her colleague than met the eye.
As she walked out of the office, Jennifer caught a whiff of a strange scent, one that was familiar yet unsettling. It was the smell of body odor, the kind that lingered after a passionate encounter. Her mind began to wander, and she found herself wondering if Lindsay's lover had been with her in the office. But that was absurd, she thought to herself. Lindsay was a respected teacher, and such a thing was unthinkable.
Jennifer's thoughts were interrupted by the memory of the boy who had bumped into her earlier. He had been walking out of Lindsay's office, and she had caught a glimpse of him. Her mind began to spin with possibilities, but she quickly suppressed the thoughts. It was ridiculous to even consider such a thing.
As she made her way back to her office, Jennifer couldn't help but feel a sense of unease. She had always thought of Lindsay as a kind and compassionate teacher, but now she wasn't so sure. The image of Lindsay's hands kneading her breasts flashed through her mind, and Jennifer felt a surge of heat run through her body. She was lonely, and the slightest provocation was enough to set her off.
Jennifer quickened her pace, her heart racing with anticipation. She couldn't help but wonder what Lindsay was like in private, and whether she was as confident and self-assured as she seemed. The thought sent a shiver down her spine, and she felt a sense of excitement that she hadn't felt in a long time.
As she entered her office, Jennifer couldn't help but feel a sense of restlessness. She was young and impressionable, and the world outside was full of possibilities. She thought back to her conversation with Lindsay, and how it had left her feeling both inspired and confused. She knew that she had a lot to learn, and that the road ahead would be filled with challenges and uncertainties.
But for now, Jennifer was content to let her mind wander, to imagine the possibilities and to wonder what lay ahead. She was a young woman, full of life and passion, and the world was her playground. As she sat down at her desk, she couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement and anticipation. What would the future hold, and how would she navigate the twists and turns that lay ahead?
Lindsay, meanwhile, was sitting in her office, a look of calm and serenity on her face. She had been teaching for decades, and had seen it all. But despite her experience, she was still a woman, with desires and needs just like anyone else. As she sat there, she couldn't help but think of Jennifer, and the way she had looked at her. It was a look of admiration and respect, but also of curiosity and desire.