He excused himself after bumping them. It was a accident. He knew it. She didn't think so. She was gruff at the time when he offered the apology. She accepted it. Anyone around might have thought differently. She didn't really accept it.
They were larger then life. It wasn't hard to notice how big they were. He opened his car door, heard a noise, and the door slipped out of his hand. He quickly reached for it but missed the door handle. He accidentally went backwards without the car door in hand.
That's when it happened. She stood waiting for him to get in his car but before she knew it, he came flying backwards. When he did, she couldn't get out of the way soon enough, hence his elbows bumped into her bosoms.
He felt them. He knew what he felt. He wasn't ashamed either. But he didn't want it to appear as though he did it on purpose. He was embarrassed about it. In all honesty he tried hard to apologize to her. She thought he pre-planned it or he was happy it happened. She wasn't and let him know by her response she was not.
She said something like "Well of all the nerve." He apologized profusely he felt. He didn't forget that day and that incident. Not when you bang into beauties like hers as he retold the story occasionally. He couldn't forget her bosoms. He only saw her at the school or school events.
Yes she is a full figured plus size woman. There isn't any other way to describe her, except to say she is a very attractive woman. A woman he'd easily be willing to 'bump' into any day, any time, and anywhere for that same pleasure he got out of it like the last time.
Yes, okay it is an immature thing to do but it was not on purpose. Yes, okay it isn't something a man at 40 aspires to, but he did once it happened to him. Yes, okay we all know he probably waited for another chance to do it even though it was wrong and she didn't mind once the dust settled. Truth was in fact, she hoped something like that might happen again and she was in once of her rare good moods, because she's at her best when she is in a good mood.
5 weeks later he came out of the store. He had been clumsy that day. He dropped things left and right from the moment he left home. A simple credit card at the grocery store, to grocery bags, to grocery items at home. He left again the next time to get new clothes. He set his mind on a tad more stylish, but not with too much flair. He knew what he wanted exactly. He got the clothes, dropping them often throughout the store and feeling clumsy as well, and finally paying after choosing what he wanted.
Out the door, he tripped on the curb. He crossed the drive, and dropped his first bag. He bent over to pick it up. He dropped his keys. He bent down to pick them up. His sunglasses fell off his head. You get the picture.
At the car, he started to put his bags on the trunk's hood, but they slipped out of his hand. A car pulled in. He bent over to pick the bags up again.
When he stood up, he felt something. It wasn't air behind him that he felt. It was a dense object which he felt. It wasn't solid, but it was a dense one. He figured he bumped into another person again. But then he realized it. Before turning around he was apologizing.
"It's okay you didn't mean to" hearing the woman's voice from behind him. His eyes rolled around in a circle.
"Oh god, shit not again" he said to himself thinking he banged into another woman. He turned, looked, and he thought to himself "Oh fuck...its her. By that time, her back was turned towards him.
Regardless, he knew it was her. He's seen her figure, her shape, and her stature how many times before from the front and from back as well. She turned around.
"Hi how are you" shed asked in an unusually pleasant voice. Thinking she would scold him with one of her looks and that voice, he expected another gruff response. She didn't even know it was him. Still she knew who he was once she saw him and he wondered if she remembered the first time he bumped into her bosoms.
"I'm good thanks for asking" while still contemplating that first time. He hadn't stopped thinking about her bosoms. He carried that vision of them in his head for weeks until they finally started to disappear in the last couple weeks.
But bang! There they were again! That vision of them, complete with no top on, and only cleavage and a bra holding up to two lovely very large breasts and calling on him.
"How about you uhhhh" trying to remember her name.
"Tina" she replied in a polite tone. "Tina Waggoner is my name. You're Dan umm Dan Michaels right?"
He said she was right. They stood in the parking lot chatting away. For some reason neither of them felt like they had a thing to do. Neither felt it was time to move on. For some reason neither of them were ready to go. He even said "Well I suppose I should get going; what about you" he asked.
Even though it sounded like it was a burden for her to leave she said "I suppose." His mind fixated itself on her offerings inside her top. He wondered how much undulation she had underneath it. He thought about what she looked like underneath her top.
Did she have lovely and loving rolls underneath? Were her rolls soft and sensuous? The more he thought the more exciting it was to stand there talking to her. Was her stomach, albeit a little larger then some liked, tender and loveable? What did it all look like under her large attractive top? He wondered and wondered about all those rolls she brandished inside it. "Tina that's a great top you're wearing" boldly complimenting her.
