My mother was making a fruit salad and needed more melons so she sent me to the fruit market to get some for her. It was still early in the morning as I arrived at the market I wasn't sure if it was open. There was only one car in the lot but I decided to go in anyway.
I entered the market and noticed that I couldn't see anyone. I figured they were in the back so I started walking around trying to find the melons. As I got closer to the door leading to the back of the market I thought I heard moans. I had no idea what was going on but the moans kept getting louder. At first I thought someone was in pain and I moved closer to the door. As I approached the door, I stopped and listened. The moaning seemed to go up in volume then down then back up. It sure didn't sound like anyone was in any type of distress but finally I figured I'd better say something so I said out loud, "Do you need any help back there?"
I heard some shuffling sounds then a woman's voice say, "Uh, uh. No thank you, I'll be right there. One minute!"
The woman's voice sounded a little out of breath but I figured it best to mind my own business and continued browsing. In just a minute I heard the door open and noticed out of the corner of my eye someone walk in with a basket of zucchini. I heard a voice say, "Hello, can I help you find something?"
While looking in the opposite direction trying to find the melons, I replied, "Well my mother sent me to get some melons for a fruit salad and I'm not sure where they are and how to pick them out."
She answered me saying, "Let me put these totally delicious-looking zucchini away and I'll be right with you."
I turned to look at her more closely and began to say, "Why thank, …" I stopped in mid sentence when I noticed how flushed her face looked and especially her heaving boobs. She had the basket right up under her chest and it seemed to be pushing her boobs almost out of her low cut dress. I know I was staring but I just couldn't help myself. They were magnificent, and without a doubt the biggest boobs I'd ever seen. The tops spilled out of her bra and jiggled as she walked and it seemed like her bra was having a hard time containing them.
She looked at me and smiled, undoubtedly aware of the objects of my gaze. I noticed that she was walking right towards me, then saw that the zucchini were right near me. As she reached the zucchini bin, she bent over at the waist giving me an outstanding view of her boobs. She seemed to pause there for a few seconds, her boobs seemed to almost reach the floor as she set the basket down and I know my mouth must have been wide open in awe.
She stood up, looked straight at me and said, "Now I can take care of you."
She looked me in the eyes then began looking down and soon her eyes couldn't help but notice the flagpole in my pants. Licking her lips, she said, "My, my, it does seem as though you need some help. So what are you looking for again, melons you say? I'm sure I've got just what you're looking for. Step right this way."
As I followed her to the other aisle I noticed that the dress was rather short and appeared to be one of those very thin sundresses. My eyes were drawn to her butt and the magnificent way it swayed when she walked. She then started talking as we were walking, "We have a fine selection of all sorts of melons here, watermelons, cantaloupes, grapefruit, honeydew. All different sizes and shapes too."
As we arrived at the melon aisle, she turned to me, pulled her shoulders back and said, "See some you like?"
Of course, I was speechless, my eyes glued to her chest, her boobs, so ripe, so succulent, so delicious!
With that she again looked down and said, "My, my, from the looks of you I'd say you've seen some melons you like a great deal." She stepped closer to me and asked, "How old are you?"
I replied, "18."
With a quick glance at my bulging hardon she reached out, grabbed my crotch and said, "Well baby, you can call me Ms. Melon. Now, by the time you leave here today, I'm sure you'll be very glad you came. And judging by the size of this bulge in your pants, I know I'll be cumming too."
With a look of grave seriousness, she then said, "Now baby, its important to be able to tell if a melon is ripe. Some melons can be quite soft. Take these boobs of mine for instance."
She reached under them and took one in each hand raising them up. She then came even closer to me, saying, "Now baby, I want you to give these boobs a good squeeze. Don't be bashful now, open your hands wide and give them a good workout. I want you to be sure you get a good idea of what soft melons feel like."
I couldn't believe my ears but I sure wasn't gonna pass up an opportunity to handle such an outstanding set of knockers. I thought to myself, 'I don't remember seeing any boobs this big in any of my jackoff magazines at home. And heaven knows I've looked at thousands of boobs.'
Opening my hands as wide as I could, I took one in each hand. To my amazement, I could barely handle about half of her magnificent melons. But I wasn't gonna let that stop me. I began emulating that "wax on wax off" technique, pushing my hands against her chest then moving first clockwise then counterclockwise. They felt great in my hands and I absolutely loved the way the tops spilled out when my hands got close to one another.
By now my eyes were wide as saucers and Ms. Melon seemed to be breathing heavier and heavier. This only caused her massive chest to be more appealing. "Oh baby," she said, "You do that so good. Feel how soft my tits are. But I want you to be real sure you remember this, so please, keep up the good work. Don't be shy now, you can't hurt them. These are nice melons aren't they?"
I replied, "Oh yes, these are the most magnificent melons I've ever seen. And they are so nice and soft. I know I'll remember what these feel like, so nice and soft. And so big too!"
"Baby" she said, "pinch those nipples now!"
