At 23, I know I'm lucky to have my own beauty salon. It took a lot of hard work and I had help on the way but I still feel very satisfied with what I have achieved.

I've wanted to train in the beauty business from as far back as I can remember. My mother had been in the business but gave it up when she married. She still bought all the mags and attended a salon regularly herself so I suppose it wasn't unusual for me to be interested. I'm an only child, so when I completed my GCSE's, my mother paid for my place at a top beauty school in the city. The school cultivated my interest in the beauty business and I was a willing and dedicated student preferring work to going out clubbing. When I graduated top of the class, the school recommended me to an excellent salon catering for the upper end of the market. My work was good and I was popular with clients. Then my father died and my mother persuaded me to come back to live with her and open my own salon with my inheritance.

Angie was one of my first customers. Even when the salon expanded, she still asked for me by name. We were friendly in a professional way from the very beginning. She dressed well in clothes that were clearly expensive, and obviously liked exotic holidays abroad. She wasn't remotely shy and even when she needed her bikini line done, rather daringly I thought, had no inhibitions about removing her knickers in front of me. She was tanned all over and generally a beautiful woman. Her breasts were a bit bigger than mine but otherwise we were very alike in shape.

On evenings when my mother was going out I generally went to a small Italian restaurant nearby. This was the only social activity I engaged in. On this evening I was thinking about an invitation from one of the girls in the salon to come to a birthday party the next day in a local club but was conscious that I had nothing to wear. Finding time to buy a dress was a problem but I knew I had to sort out my social life so it was important to me. I was sitting at my favourite table without really being fully aware of my surroundings because my head was so tied up in knots when a cheery greeting woke me from my reverie. It was Angie. "Can I join you?". "Of course." I said and soon we were chatting away. "It's a special occasion. Let's order a bottle of wine" she said, and although I'm not a drinker, I couldn't think of a reason to refuse. We ordered some food and I told her my dilemma about the party. She encouraged me to go, unable to see any problem. I told her that I hadn't gone clubbing before and was nervous. As we got further down the bottle of wine, I confessed that I was worried about still being a virgin - what would I do if someone chatted me up? She just laughed, in a friendly way and told me not to stress about it. We carried on talking, and she kept me entertained with stories of her glamorous life. All too soon it was time to go. I nipped to the loo and when I came back, Angie had paid the bill. I tried to pay my half but she insisted it was on her.

When we got outside Angie paused. "I think I might be able to help you." I wondered what she meant. " I've just bought a lovely dress but it's too small for me round here" She gestured at her ample breasts. She insisted I come back to her apartment and try it on. I could hardly refuse.
I was stunned at her apartment. It was big, luxurious and tastefully decorated. After a quick tour she took me into her minimalist airy bedroom to see the dress. "I'll show you what it looks like on me." she said and asked me to help her undo her dress. She quickly slipped the dress on and got me to zip it up. "So what do you think?" she said doing a twirl. "It's really gorgeous." I said "...but it's a bit see through. I can see your undies!". "What do you think people wear in clubs?" she replied, with a twinkle in her eye. "Your turn now." She peeled off the dress. I glanced nervously at the window so she dimmed the lights and drew the curtains "Better now?" I nodded my assent.
As I wear a white coat at work, I usually just wear a jacket over my bra when I go out afterwards. Angie helped me off with it and unbuttoned my skirt before I had time to think. Then she shocked me by unclipping my bra. "My God! I'm not going to wear it without a bra." Angie reassured me. "It'll be fine in the low light and you'll feel great".

She helped me on with the dress and span me round to look in the mirror. It really was lovely. The material caressed my nipples and I felt them harden. I glanced at my reflection. She was right - my breasts didn't show in the dim light - it looked amazing. I've always been proud of my breasts and felt my confidence return. With a rush of gratitude, I turned to hug Angie but somehow my lips met hers. I had a sudden and intense rush flow through me. For a second I was embarassed but then Angie gently took my face in her hands and kissed me, slowly and sensually, and my fears assuaged. Nothing like this had ever happened to me before and without quite knowing how, I found myself on the bed. Angie continued to kiss me and I could feel myself becoming aroused. After a few moments she pulled away. "We'd better remove the dress so it doesn't get ripped." She undid it and lay it carefully to one side. My breasts were now free and she let out a moan when she saw them. Still kissing me, she began to trace her fingers around my nipples. They stiffened at her touch and I felt a tingle run through my body.
My knickers were wet as I felt her touching me gently. When she saw my shaved pussy, her touch grew more urgent. She eased off my knickers and started rubbing along my swollen lips and then into the moist parting. It was such a new sensation that I came in a burst and all I could do was lie back dazed. Then I noticed Angie had her hand in her knickers and was rubbing herself whilst smiling and admiring me. "You must think I'm very selfish" I said, my confidence high after my fantastic orgasm. I pulled her hand from her knickers and pressed it to my lips, kissing and tasting her juices. I wanted to give her as much pleasure as she'd given me, so teased her nipples and rubbed her clitoris, feeling her writhe at my every touch. I was probing and seeking her pleasure points. After a while, she took charge, moving my hand and guiding me to the places to touch. She made me touch her slowly and lingeringly at first and then, as her breath quickened, her movements became more urgent and she pushed my hand hard against her. She came in my hand and we held each other close.

We drifted off for a while, lost in a reverie, but when I glanced at the clock, I realised how late it was and that I had to go home because my mother would be back and waiting up for me.. "God, I'm really sorry but I've got to go!" I said. "Don't worry - we can carry on another day... Remember to take the dress - you looked beautiful in it." She kissed my shoulder affectionately. I quickly dressed and with a loving kiss I let myself out, looking forward to returning the dress already...