A Diner in Missouri

Early in our marriage, there was a couple years right after my husband completed management training for a national chain of auto parts stores that we were transferred several times. We moved so often that we purchased in a fifth-wheel camper and lived in campgrounds instead of dealing with short term apartment rentals. We didn’t even have a truck and would have to hire a service or find a friend to move it. I would normally get a part time job almost as much to fill my days and make some friends as to have some extra money.

We were living in a little out of the way town two hours from anywhere in Missouri and I was working as a waitress at a diner. I had made friends with a Grace, a married woman about my same age. At twenty-three, she already had two kids. Her mom was the owner and general manager. Grace was both the cook and assistant manager . Although she had lived in that little town all her life, I seemed to be her closest friend. I had told Grace that we would only be here for three to six months before moving on. Perhaps that is why she opened up to me so quickly. I think she knew that she could tell me things that she thought and felt since I was a transient. After all, it is hard to keep a secret in a small town for long.

This happened the last night before we were moving on to my husband’s next assignment. Grace and I were the only two working. After the diner closed, we sat in the kitchen and talked. She didn’t waste any time. She confessed that there was something that she always wanted try, and this evening might be her one and only opportunity. It was a little unusual and I understood why she chose me. I would be discrete. I granted her request. We kissed and then exchanged performing oral sex on each other. She got off first and then lost her nerve. She dressed quickly and almost ran out the door. The funny thing was that later that evening, I realized that we had swapped panties. I never saw her again, but I still have her panties.

By Anonymous

Lesbian CONFESSION

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