Big bosoms, big band and assisting the Vicar

My inkling was correct my bosom has definately grown bigger since becoming a lady of intriguing virtue!
I kept noticing that there was a certain straining against my bras and basques and certain parts of my anatomy kept popping out and spilling over at the least encouragement including an embarrassing moment en route to an outcall last week. Stopping off to get petrol dressed smartly in an admittedly rather too tight little cardigan and smart skirt I walked into the garage to pay, I noticed a few nods and smiles in my direction as I strolled across the forecourt and again inside from the rather busy shop which had a lot of gents inside queuing up to pay.
It wasn't until I got to the till that the two guys behind the counter smiled and told me I had brightened up their day while eyeing my bosom with glee. I glanced down and to my embarrassment three of my buttons had come undone revealing the vast majority of my rather ample cleavage, right down to showing the lace of my bra, yes they were on display like a couple of rather ripe erm ... trying to think of something to compare them to .. melons maybe?! Crumbs did I blush, my face was hot with embarrassment and I fumbled frantically to do the buttons up again feeling all fingers and thumbs, and a few leery comments burning my red ears, the walk of shame back to the car was watched closely by quite a few pairs of eyes!
Enough was enough so today I went and got measured again properly and had gone up from a FF to a GG bordering on an H cup, sounds huge to me and I don't want them to get any bigger than that! Although I am happy to be a big bosomed gal I don't necessarily want that to be my main feature as there is a lot more to me than a pair of bosoms.
Had a nice week and met some nice new gents along with a few regulars. Received a gorgeous bunch of pink roses and a nice compilation cd with some songs that my gent thought I would like and he was right too ... I love all eras of music.
Talking of music I went to see The Rat Pack with a lovely gent, it was honestly one of the best shows I have seen, how ever they found the cast of Sinatra, Dean Martin and Sammy Davies Jnr I don't know but they were absolute spits for the real thing and the voices were incredible you could nearly believe they were the real thing. Three gorgeous ladies accompanied them with voices that were tremendous. A show to be applauded but I think that it may be finishing very soon. Nearly didn't get to the show though as a new little black dress I had bought just would not do up my gentleman friend was called to help and he could not get it to budge either, strange really as I had worn it before and although fitted across the bust it wasn't them actually getting in the way this time but a seam stopping the zip from going up, in the end we admitted defeat and the top of it had to remain undone but was fortunately covered by a small cardigan. Getting ready in the hotel room was a feat in itself as all our clothes and other belongings were strewn around the place, looked like a tarts handbag in there!
Intwined with my strumpeteering I am helping the Vicar organise a funday thingy and have promised to bake a cake and make a few buns, I have already made a few jars of pickled onions ... busy time of year, so you may catch me whisking the cake mix in my basque, stockings and heels (Nigella eat your heart out!) as long as the Vicar doesn't want to pop in and lick the spoon!
Never ceases to amaze me this double life!
Jx

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