Before landing in Paris, John was told to knock at a door in Avenue Montaigne, near Place de l'Alma. When he saw the building he wondered, "How could my mother be supposed to pay for an apartment in such a luxurious condo?"
A woman in cyan negligee opened the door, and his blood gathered into his entrails as he saw her gigantic bosom. "Bigger than Jane's," he thought; the woman smiled, as if she had anticipated it in spite of her considerable age, took his hand and took him into.
John could hardly say, "Good morning. My name is John Mariane, and I've a letter of introduction from my mother," before the woman led him to the dining room and made him sit on an armchair. She sat in front of him, half-opened her legs, thus letting John see her thigh-high stockings and briefs.
The woman said, "Welcome. My name is Laura, and I needn't read your letter. I'm an old friend of your mother, and I'm going to host you for free."
"Really?"
"Your mother has really helped me several years ago -- that's why I could buy this whole building. Helping you to study in Paris is my way to repay her kindness."
"Thanks, but it's quite an expensive repayment."
"Don't worry; even though I'm nicknamed 'Mephisto', I won't ask you to sell your soul. By the way, would you like to drink or eat something? Or have a bath? Or open your baggage and take possession of your room?"
"I'd like to get a glass of water, then I'll put my clothes into the armchair, and have a bath before dinner. Thanks."
"Wonderful. I like people who plan everything beforehand," she said before going to the kitchen; as she rose to her feet, John could see that that woman had really small belly and butt, in spite of her hoariness, while her breasts were a J-cup at least.
"If I were in her shoes," he thought, "I wouldn't study, but 'work' from the earliest legal age. And she must still be 'working' now. She apparently loves it, and if she 'retired', she couldn't ever afford to pay the realty taxes."
"John, could you come here?" she said, and John came to the kitchen. She was shorter than him, and as she bent over the open fridge, he could leer at her gigantic cleavage through her plunging neckline.
"It takes a lot of dexterity to keep her boobs in," he thought, and as he looked at them, he noticed that Laura had rarely donned such garments outdoors, as her breasts were milky white and wrinkleless -- only her face and hair betrayed her age.
"It's inconsistent with the job I was thinking about," he thought, "Moreover, she would have had a lifting thirty years ago. What's her real career?" Laura rose up, rubbed her right breast against his left forearm, and asked him, smiling, "What you're thinking about? I just noticed that I was left without mineral water, and I was going to ask you whether you liked lemonade or orange squash."
He bent his head, tried not to leer at her bosom again (but she laughed at his futile attempt like a teenage maiden), and answered, "Lemonade, please." She rubbed her right breast against him when taking the bottle, and her left one when handing it to him.
He drunk it in the kitchen, and then bade permission to tidy up his room and his clothes. As he was doing that, Laura went to the bathroom and had a shower. Her body was a real marvel, although age had taken its toll: 46' overbust, 32' underbust and hip. She had never been either pregnant or fatty, so there were no stretch marks on her skin. She had often thought that she could sell her body, but all her acquaintances that had taken that career path had advised against it -- it was a bad trade, and she could earn much more with her current profession.
As she was done, she told John that he could have his bath, and he entered the bathroom before she could restock it with towels and shampoo. She had to enter the bathroom while he was in his birthday suit, she noticed that, unlike many Americans, he was uncircumcised, and smiled at him.
He had his bath, donned his pajama, and went to the kitchen.
The table was ready, but Laura told him, "I'd like you to see something in my bedroom before eating," pulled his arm and pressed his elbow against her breast; but John turned the gas stove off before following her.
When in the bedroom, John grinned, as he saw an MD diploma hanging over her king-size bed; she asked him, "Why are you smiling?"
"Because I wondered how could you afford this luxurious building. Now I know."
