Darlene was one of the hairdressers at the salon where I worked as the Business Manager. The first day I met Darlene, I was attracted to her and for two obvious reasons. She had the two things that guys most want, lust over, desire, and fantasize about.
She had the biggest tits I've ever seen on a white woman. They were huge. I don't know what size they were, but they had to be bigger than a double D.
By asking around to other people who knew her, they all assured me that they were real and not silicone confections designed by a plastic surgeon. I had dreams and fantasies about getting my hands and mouth on those two big babies. Whenever she walked in a room, that was what you saw first, her tits. They were so big that they preceded the rest of her.
Normally, you see breasts that big on an overweight woman, but Darlene was not overweight. She was tall, 5'8" and attractive enough to make me want to go out with her, even if she had normal sized boobs. Yet, her boobs were the big attraction. I was on a mission to know what they looked like without her blouse and bra.
Many men, especially those men who had small breasted wives and girlfriends, would pay good money to see those two naked monstrous melons, while she hung on to a pole wearing a cheerleaders outfit or a parochial school uniform. Sorry, I digress. My sanity is sometimes blinded by the bra that must be big enough to contain those memorable mammary memories. I bet if she worked on a dairy farm, she could carry a gallon of milk in each bra cup. Got milk?
She must have felt self-conscious about her breast size because in the years that I worked there with her, I never saw here wear anything low cut or overly tight. Matter of fact, she always wore clothes that downplayed the size of her huge breasts by always wearing a busy patterned blouse or a geometrically printed top. Still, much in the way of dressing a 7' tall basketball player in a suit, you're still going to stare.
Finally, at our annual Christmas party, with the courage found in a couple of drinks, I finally summoned the confidence to ask Darlene out. Encouraged by what she was wearing a very tight low cut top, today was the first time I ever saw her massive cleavage. I imagined being lost between those two mountainous breasts.
I wondered with those two, big tits hanging down in my face, while she bounced up and down on my cock, if there'd be an echo, when speaking to her.
"Hello, hello, hello. Darlene, Darlene, Darlene."
"Knock it off, Joe."
"Sorry, I just never heard a booming boob echo before."
If I'm lucky to ever have sex with her, I'd have to remember to try that to see if there is an echo. Hoping to see more of her breasts, I mean, her by asking her out to dinner and a movie, I was determined to see if I could get a date with her, the woman of my dreams and fantasies.
Only, when I looked to find her, she was gone, disappeared. Poof. She was here just a minute ago. Where'd she go? Normally, I would have figured that she ducked outside for a cigarette, but she didn't smoke, never smoked, which was another one of the things I liked about her. I never smoked either and can't stand the smell of stale cigarette smoke.
