I had come from a low-income rural family and had studied hard in high school to earn grades good enough to get a scholarship to go to the best university in my state. The first year was boring enough, having to take all those core units was a drag. I was waiting to get into the zoology and history classes, which were part of my double major. But it was in introductory chemistry that my life began to change. All because of one girl. Her name was Caitlin, she had the most amazing and dazzling shoulder length red hair you could imagine, and the sweetest grey eyes you could imagine, and add that to her well-proportioned body and you had the makings of a queen. We even got teamed up on a class lab project, where I unfortunately exhibited all the traits of the sophomore geek that I was. Coming from a small country town the number of girls my age was relatively small, and the number of relatively attractive ones could be counted on one hand. So my experiences with the opposite sex were bordering on non-existent.
Because of her beauty and her position on the starting line-up of the university women's basketball team made her all but untouchable, except in my dreams, which frequently featured her. The good this was that I loved basketball, so I went to each home game that I could. I enjoyed the grace and fluidity that she showed when she moved down the court, and it didn't hurt that I was practically mesmerised by the movement of her ample breasts hidden underneath her jersey.
In order to help pay for my boarding costs I got a job with the university as a cleaner. It allowed me go all over the campus. One time I was in a storage room located in the basement of the Athletics Building, a room that I had never been to previously, looking for one of the floor polishing machines my supervisor had told me was down there somewhere. I was fossicking around the room until I spotted the floor polisher. It was about to move the table it was hiding under when I heard voices, female voices. Intrigued I moved some of the boxes on top of the table aside and stood up on it, hoping that it wasn't going to fall over. Once I had stood up straight I noticed that there was a vent about shoulder height. Slowly I stepped forward and peered through. Oh my goodness, it was as if all my birthdays had come at once. It was the girls change room that you could only get to from the other side of the building. It was a forest of wonderful breasts of all shapes and sizes, ranging from the petite cup cake sized breasts to the enormous DD behemoths. I was enjoying the view, when the situation got even better. I heard the name of the maiden of my dreams, Caitlin, being called out. I couldn't really make out what they were saying, but that didn't bother me, as I was standing there transfixed upon Caitlin's glowing breasts. They were beautiful, and big, being at least a good C cup in size. They seemed to hang in the air, as if to defy gravity with her beauty. Caitlin had a towel wrapped around her waist, while she used another to dry her upper body. Slowly she wiped the gleaming water off of her breasts, by now I was quite hard and half expected my engorged manhood to burst through my jeans. But all good things must come to an end, and she moved away from my view.
Returning to a state of semi-conscious reality I remembered what I was in the room for and quickly gathered the floor polisher and pushed it out into the hallway. I turned and locked the door once more and went back to my cleaning duties, satisfied with a thousand sights that will enrich my wandering dreams at night. I would return to the room several more times during the semester, but I would never see Caitlin in all her glory again. Resigned to my fate I gratefully accepted the booby prize I was handed.
It seemed life was to deal me a mortal blow, when Caitlin began dating the captain of the lacrosse team. I don't think there was another person I hated more n the face of the earth, than that guy. He seemed to parade her around like a trophy, never fully appreciating the person she was, but rather what she looked like.
But, life has its twists and turns. As part of my scholarship I was given the opportunity to travel with a group of students and lecturers from the university to the Amazon jungle for two weeks of awareness building and community development, during the summer break. We were tasked to build several buildings that would be a school and a clinic in a remote village, as well as participating in some field research with some biologists, which was really why I was interested in going.
I almost missed the flight when my friend's mother got lost on the way to the airport. We ran down the gangway to the aircraft, happy to be going somewhere different, it was an adventure for us two country boys. We showed the stewardess our tickets and she pointed to the rear of the plane, it was only the second time I'd been on a plane before. The previous time was to go to my grandfather's funeral when I was a lot younger. Slowly James and I pushed our way to our seats and stowed our carry on luggage above our heads. My level of excitement built into a crescendo when I spotted Caitlin sit down a row ahead of us, in the middle isle. As I was sitting on an isle seat near a window I could now happily watch her throughout the whole trip. So I did. The sight of her bra clad breasts peeking out from her top sent my mind instantly wandering back to the time in the storage room. At one stage it got too much to bear and I had to relieve myself in the toilets to our rear. So I guess I joined the loners mile-high club at that stage.
The rest of the flight went uneventfully and we landed in Rio many hours later. As part of our acclimatisation process it had been arranged that we were to stay at a hotel for two days and visit the local museums as an educational experience before setting out for the village. The first night we all went to bed relatively early as we were tired from the long flight, that had started so early in the morning. The next day we visited the national museum, which was, from a geeks perspective, very interesting, and I did learn a few things that would later prove to be very useful indeed. During the day I tried to stay as close to Caitlin as I could, but she stuck with a few of her friends that were on the trip and quickly formed a small group of the popular people. Maybe this trip wasn't going to be so good after all.
But later that night I was to be proven wrong, the first in a long line of miscalculations, which would place me on a very steep learning curve later on. We had finished our dinner a few hours earlier and were all finding our own things to do. James and I decided that going swimming in the pool was a very good idea, so we headed up to our room, from the commons area of the hotel to get changed into our bathers. James was taking his time so I decided to go and have a look at the pool from our balcony. The pool below was an enormous kidney bean, with deck chairs situated around its circumference. On one of those chairs was Caitlin. She was wearing a bikini that probably was illegal in most states back home. It wasn't quite a string bikini, but it came awfully close. I told James I would meet him down there, and I practically ran down to the pool four stories below.
As I neared the poolside I slowed my walk to appear nonchalant and calm in my surroundings, surrounded by the beautiful bodies that I was. I found a deck chair close to Caitlin, but not to close as to be creepy. I sat there for the ten minutes it took James to get to the pool, taking in the view of perfection that was before me. She lay face down with her ass pointing skyward, a monument to the splendour of her design. Her ass was not the waif like, skeletal form of most young girls her age, but rather it was firm and well rounded, in complete proportion to the rest of her delicious body. The bikini bottoms barely covered the soft flesh of her ass, and I could see the goose bumps on its otherwise smooth surface.
