Ms. Perfect
As soon as I graduated high school I joined the Army. I didn't know what I wanted to do with my life, so it made sense to get a paycheck while getting my college paid for. After my four years was up, I left. They tried to get me to re-up but it just wouldn't be worth it. I wanted out.
A year later and I was 23, attending my freshman year at college, and at the VA for a therapy appointment. After my session was over and I was leaving, I crossed paths with a tall blonde woman with a busty chest in the lobby. She was dressed like she worked here, a doctor, a pharmacist or a therapist I'm not sure- she wasn't wearing a white lab coat. She was headed in the same direction as I was and we walking outside through the automatic doors together.
"Hey, are you a patient here?"
"Yeah!" I said with a dumb smile, surprised a woman like that was even talking to me. She had a gorgeous face like that of a film star and a body like a porn star. She boobs strained against her sweater leaving two massive mounds. I only got a quick glimpse at her backside but as far as I could tell she was thick.
"You know what? You're cute, how would you like to go on a date sometime?"
"Sure!" I said, astonished.
"Good, here's my phone number." She said, getting a notepad and pen from out of her purse and scribbling her number onto it before ripping it out and giving it to me.
She got in a big yellow Jeep Wrangler and drove away.
***
Not two weeks latter, we met for a date outside Outback Steakhouse. She didn't say much over text, so I knew very little about her. I'm six foot tall and she even stood a couple inches above me. My eye line was just barely above her large perky tits. They were roughly the size of cantaloupes but the sweater she was wearing made it hard to know for sure. I hoped to find out myself eventually though. I even got a glimpse behind her as I opened the door for her. She had an ass like a volleyball player.
"Nice to officially meet you Ms." I said with a radiant aura of southern hospitality.
"My title is Dr. Romanski."
"And the name of a woman as beautiful as yourself?" I still couldn't believe she hadn't told me yet.
"Amanda, but you can just call me Mandy."
We sat down for dinner and ordered a blooming onion for our appetizer. I got to know more about Mandy, her parents were both doctors. Her father a chiropractor and her mom a gynecologist. As you might imagine, her father made less. I had already told her my name Joe, but I finally got around to telling her my government name- Joe Parker.
"Do you read Mr. Parker?"
"I skim."
"Not books I imagine though?"
"No, I'm afraid not. Not enough pictures." I laughed.
"Then perhaps you aren't aware of what I am about to say. But they say, men are predictable. And I agree with this. And for this reason: the best written characters in stories are men- written by women. Any thoughts?"
"Ummm, yeah..." I paused. "I wouldn't say that men are THAT predictable. I mean my parents definitely didn't see me going off and joining the army, that's for sure. Otherwise I would say that maybe if they wanted me to read more, then they wouldn't turn all the best books into movies!"
"So, you were in the military?"
"Yeah, but I left. I wasn't making much and was constantly being told I would never amount to much beyond a Corporal."
"Does that mean you take orders well, then?"
I laughed, "Ya know, I'd like to think so."
We talked for a few more minutes until the food came. Then, immediately after she finished her entree, she asked me a question.
"Hey, would you like to go back to my place?"
My face lit up with surprise. "Sure. That sounds fun." I said, trying to maintain my composure.
"Alright, I'll pay for the check and then you can follow me home."
"That's- I can actually pay the check myself, if you want. It's no big deal."
"Don't worry." She chuckled as she tossed my concerns aside. "I got it."
I followed her yellow Jeep home and was utterly shocked when she lived in a mini-mansion along Lake Michigan. Once inside, she poured us a bottle of red wine.
"I find that wine, or liquor, helps ease social anxieties. Do you experience anxiety Mr. Parker?"
"No, not really? At least not more than the average Joe." I lied. "Do you?"
"Some. But I'm on a medication or three that help." She said whilst gulping down half her glass of wine. On her couch I finally got an idea of just how tall she was, roughly six foot three. Her blond hair fell down to her shoulders and I was surprised to see a white woman with both big tits AND a fat ass. Most had one or the other, but not both.