Date: Fri, 4 Apr 2008 12:25:01 -0700 (PDT) From: Stephanie H Subject: The Tanning Salon Hi there and welcome to my world. If you are a minor you need to leave. If you are offended by erotic stories you also need to quit reading and leave. If you are still reading then I assume reading this story in your locality does not violate any laws (if it does then you also need to leave). Now that the obligatory warning is out of the way, I hope you enjoy the story, feel free to send any comments to me _ Stephanie at ironkitten_87@yahoo.com A little about me - I am Stephanie 37, grew up and live in the Midwest. I have developed into a B-cup after beginning regimens of natural hormones, creams and using a breast pump 30minutes at a time four times a day for 17 months (actually I am beginning to express some lactate which makes me hopeful for growing at least one more cup size). Oh, btw I also have a penis and cannot wait to be rid of it. More on that later. I own a tanning salon and have build a very nice deep brinze skin tone. I tan every morning before I open the shop. On this particular day I was running late and when I got to my salon, had a customer waiting for me to open, so I skipped tanning. I really love my job. I get to surf the net, listen to radio or watch tv. I can chat with my customers. Being my own boss, I set the dress code. I wear sandals and a bikini 90% of the time. Even in winter it is hot in the salon. It's really great! When the high school kid (Chrissy) shows up at 5 I remember I hadn't tanned yet. I set up my favorite room, grab a towel and go to relax for 20 minutes. I unti the strings on top and bottom, let them fall to the floor, get in the bed, put on headphones, eye cover and hit start. I love the feel of the bronzing rays on my body, get lost in the music and just relax. At the end of my 20 minutes I realize something is wrong - there is too much light in the room. I had left the door wide open! (actually that is my usual practice so it doesn't get too hot, but that's when it is 8 or 8:15 and the exterior doors are locked). I see the shadow before I see the hair as a head is slowly peaking around. I keep my eye covers on and see them. There's no keeping my SECRET a secret any longer, but I have to try. I turn on my side so that my butt is toward the door. I then lift the lid of the bed hoping this movement would scare away my little peeping tom. I get on my elbow and turn to look at the door and there is Heather. Her eyes meet mine and I can see the way she is standing that she isn't leaving. Arms crossed, hip out to one side, tapping her foot, "I'm sorry. I usually tan in the morning before I open. I didn't think." I'm now getting really scared because noone in this area know's who I really am except my doctor, my therapist, and of course my stylist. "Would you mind closing the door, please?" Heather just stood there staring at me. At 44, she is in good shape, two kids and a husband. Her girls and husband are customers here. Like most of my customers she isn't dressed to the nines (why get dressed up to go sweat?) She is wearing a simple cotton dress and if I had to guess panties, but no bra. "Heather, the door please?" I ask again. This time she responds a little. She steps back into the hall and looks side to side. She then did something totally amazing. Heather prim and proper surburban soccer mom, stepped back into the room across the hall. She left the door open wide looking at me the entire time. She kicked off her shoes, then unbuttoned the three buttons on top and shrugged the dress off her shoulders. I was right she wasn't wearing a bra. The material slid down to her navel and clung to her hips. With her thumbs she worked the dress free of her hips and down to the floor. She bent and lifted it to hang it on the wall and it was the only time our eyes left each other. I was stunned! Now laying on my stomach I was getting a hardon! That hadn't happen much since I began hormones (I couldn't let anyone see a bulge at work and as I said earlier only three people knew and I wasn't interested in any of them. Heather stood there another second, then walked forward and peak out into the hall (checking to see if anyone else was coming I suppose). She then pealed her pink cotton (hanes-her-way) down those slightly plump thighs. Anyone interested in hearing what happened next?