That evening, I drove into town by myself to get some dinner. I stopped at 'Jack's Grill' and took a seat inside. A tall, leggy blonde waitress, about the same age as Crystal, approached me and took my order. She wore a pink miniskirt and tight pink T-shirt that said, 'Jack's' across her massive cleavage. Her enormous fake tits were about five miles long and just blasting forth from her pink waitress' uniform like two cannonballs. It was very distracting, and I had some difficulty placing my order because of them. I'd also noticed her nametag which said, 'Candy.' ...Sexy name, Candy.
When she came back with my coffee, I asked, 'You live here in town, Candy?'
She smiled and answered, 'Yeah. I like the peace and quiet.'
Her bust was insane, but the rest of her was very slender, except for the shapely little ass which was about the size of but one of Crystal's massive butt-cheeks! Her hair was long and bleached yellow-blonde. Her face was insanely pretty, with long dark lashes, a tiny cute nose, and full, pouting, glistening light-pink lips.
I was feeling unusually lucky, so I ventured, 'I'm renting one of those cabins down by Lake Winnipesaukee... It's real nice, why don't you come down and join me for a nightcap?'
She hesitated, looked me over appraisingly, smiled and answered, 'Sure. Pick me up here at ten.'
I smiled back and gave her a nod. She winked at me, her eyes hinting at sex.
In my cabin, we had a fire going in the fireplace and were into our second bottle of red wine.
'I mean, like who names a lake 'Winnipesaukee,' anyway?' she was saying, giggled and leaned into me on the couch.
'Right... Hey Candy, I have to ask; what size are you?' I asked.
'Oh, you mean these??' she asked grabbing her tits through her tight white sweater and bunching them up, making insanely hot looking miles-deep cleavage above the low-cut neckline. 'G-cups, baby! My ex-boyfriend's legacy, you could say; meaning he paid for them. But they're all mine now, sucker!' she said proudly. 'You want a better look?'
Of course it had been a rhetorical question. Candy got up and pulled her top up over her head to my joyful astonishment. Her firm fantastic fanny-like chest in its huge bra assaulted my eyeballs, sending 1000 watts of electricity straight to my dick! She stood and modeled her chest in her white bra for me. They stood out like fucking bazookas! What a day I'd had for witnessing female beauty; Crystal, with her hourglass figure and amazing, huge all-natural bodily pillows, and now Candy with her amazing, giant cock-raising watermelons and petite little body. I was hopeful to see the rest of her naked quite soon. My dick was like a piece of wood in my jeans as I watched her empty her wine glass, modeling her bosoms for me.
'That's... Those are... amazing, Candy!' I said in sincere awe (not to mention sincere horniness.)
'Thanks!' she said girlishly. 'Oooh! It's so comfy in here without my top on. Mind if I lose the bra, too, honey? We can just go casual.'
Again, it was rhetorical, and she un-fixed her mellon-holders and let it fall to the floor. Her cannons stood at attention, shimmering in the dancing light of the fire. I wanted to taste those puppies BADLY.
Candy sat back down beside me and looked into my eyes.
'Do you want me?' she said quietly, 'Because I want you...'
We leaned in and kissed one and other; I immediately took one of her huge, glorious fake tits in my hand as our tongues explored each other's mouths.
'Mmmm!' she responded, and pressed my hand that was cupping her boob even harder into her chest.