I met her at a store. I was just shopping around,
minding my own business, when this beautiful blonde
bumped into me. She was tall, nearly my height and built
like you wouldn’t believe. Huge breasts, thin waist,
exaggerated curves; she was a walking wet dream.
She literally bumped into me, knocking the bag out of my
hand and onto the floor.
“I’m sorry,” she breathed, breathlessly.
“It’s ok,” I replied. “They’re only clothes, nothing
Who knows how, but we ended up talking. One thing led to
another, and we both discontinued our shopping
expeditions and adjourned to another part of the mall to
get something to eat. All along, I was marveling at her
as I made polite conversation. Not just how she looked,
but how she moved and how sensuous she seemed to be. My
thoughts were erotic from the first glance. They
couldn’t be any other way; this girl was walking sex, to
such a degree that it was almost unbelievable. She was
She went home with me that first night. I couldn’t
believe it; she just seemed completely natural about it,
without seeming a slut at all. It was just like she
assumed she’d go home with me. I worried about my place
seeming a mess, but I needn’t have bothered. She never
even saw it. I opened the door and was about to stand
back and let her in first, in a display of gallantry,
when she pushed me in from behind.