"Wait here, hon" she said. "I'm going to change and then put on the coffee." The woman disappeared down a hall.
I looked around the smallish living room at the overstuffed couch and chair, the obligatory coffee table with scuff marks and cigarette burns in the finish. All in all, the room was nothing special. My bladder had started to feel full, probably the psychosomatic result of the hope in my loins rather than any real need to pee. I decided to look for a bathroom anyway.
I headed through the doorway and found a short hall. At the end of it there were two doors, one on each side. One was probably the bathroom. I headed that way. At the two doors, not knowing which way to turn, I glanced left.
There she was, standing in front of a dresser at the back wall, shirt off and in the process of taking off her bra. Unlike with most women, with her that was a real production. Let me describe her.
Her name was Pamela. She was 51 years old, more than a dozen years my senior. She weighed 265, over forty pounds more than me. She stood 6' 1", just an inch taller than me. But much of her weight was in the enormous globes on her chest. I would find out later that she wore a 52-JJJ bra that she had to have specially made. Now as she worked on the last of the hooks she had her eyes closed and was concentrating on the contraption. Silently I watched as she pulled the material away and revealed the biggest tits I had ever seen on a woman.
She dropped the bra and, lifting the heavy flesh, began to massage the angry red lines that ran under them showing where the bra had applied pressure to hold up the globes. As she spotted me in the mirror, I said "Can I help you with that?" In three quick strides, I stood behind her and replaced her hands rubbing the red lines, finding the flesh warm to my touch.
She moved her hands up to hold her boobs off the under-flesh and let me rub. She said "That feels good, sugar. These big things make me hurt all over sometimes. I wish I could get rid of them."
Putting my face beside hers, I whispered in her ear "Oh, no, sweetheart. They are so beautiful! It would be a shame to lose them."
Her body began to react to my rubbing, going through a sort of rolling wave from top to bottom. Her ass rubbed against my crotch and I felt my cock instantly began to grow stiff. She said "So ... you must like big titties, huh?"
"Yes, I do" I replied. "And you have the prettiest ones I have ever seen."
"Oh, honey, you're just saying that."
"No, I mean it" I countered, letting my hands begin to rove over the globes now that the red marks were beginning to fade. I found her nipples and rolled them between my fingers, causing her to moan and once again the wave rolled down her body. By then my full erection was pressing into her ass.
Her hand slipped behind her and grasped my cock. She said "Honey, there's no doubt you like my titties but what are you planning to do with this?" Just as she finished her question, I pinched her nipples and pulled them away from her body, stretching out her huge jugs. She responded by dropping her head back on my shoulder and moaning again, a sensual sound that left no doubt that she was liking what I was doing so far.