About the time I was getting ready to move to Utah I had picked up the guitar and was teaching myself to play. I had learned a few chords living in Florida in my early 20's. I was working at a club as a DJ and had my days free. The guy I was living with had a guitar and country music television, he taught me a few chords and I taught myself the rest. Now in my 30's I had been playing for a while. When I left California I had just started to get out and perform I public. I'm pretty sure my guitar saved my life during this period. I was depressed and despondent and was grateful to have something to keep my mind busy. Between girls it seems all I did was play guitar. I taught myself to sing but seemed disappointed that there was nowhere to play live in my home county. I was a true porch picker with no one to pick with. So I took to going to the big city, either Provo or Salt Lake to play, but the drive was too damn far to play for only 15-30 minutes. Then I heard about a little town 70 miles to the south east. It seemed the local dentist also owned a restaurant and had a weekly Saturday night jam & open mic. I called and got directions and headed out. I didn't bring my guitar the first night I really just wanted to check it out but the dentist offered me his instrument and I sang a few songs. Apparently I was better then I thought and more then good enough for them as they extended an invitation to come out and play anytime I wanted. I was in heaven and I made sure drop in with my guitar just about every weekend. I then got asked to play a few of the other restaurants in town and before you know it I was getting pretty good. I had a bout 2 hours worth of material but when you do restaurant work you have to play about 4-5 hours. So I played everything I knew real slow and hope the dinner crowd turned over before I finished all my songs.
One night I was introduced to Debbie, a local resident in town, who was out having dinner with her male friend and listening to music. There always seem to be hand instruments floating around and she and her friend grabbed a couple and played along. Her and her date were friends but were not involved. It seems she was bored and didn't want to eat alone. Let me tell you a little about Debbie. She was much older then the girls I had been fucking in my county, maybe early 50's. She had a great smile & a vivacious personality. She's about 5'4" and weighed about 160 pounds or so but what rally caught me eye where her tremendous breast. They stood out so far and her nipples seem to the largest I have ever seen. It looked like someone had put a couple of really large marbles in the front of her bra. I later found out she was 44 G. The one thing that made very attractive, besides her tits was her out look on life. She mentioned that she was in an accident a while back, and when she got healthy the things that mattered before didn't now. She sold her house in the city and had bought an Adobe hut on about 5 acres at the end of town. I asked if she was Native American, as she seemed to have those type features, but she stated that she was outdoors a lot and it was probably her tan.
I was intrigues by the description of her HUT and she asked if I would like to take a look. I was shocked by her boldness, mostly because she was on a date and I didn't want to step on anyone's toes. Her date spoke up and said he had things to do when they got back and that I should take her up on her offer. Besides they weren't on a date so much as just friends having dinner. She seemed excited when I told I was intrigued by her house and would follow home. In her excitement her tits were swaying like 2 large puppies trying to break free. I did my best to look her n the eyes and not her tits but I'm pretty sure she was shaking them for me. I couldn't believe my luck and being in the country I learned not to count my chicken till they hatched.
On the drive out to her place we passed some of the prettiest country GOD ever created. Big cliffs and red rock, it looked the place where every Western Film was ever made. This was definitely Butch Cassidy country. We must have driven for about a half hour and then we turned on to this smallest dirt road you've ever seen. In fact, if you weren't looking for it you'd pass it right by. And it was the ruttiest road I had ever been on. We drove about another ½ mile and ten, in the clearing was the hut as she described, only it looked better then her description. She quickly got out of her car and said good bye to her friend. I'm pretty sure she told in the car to get lost as soon as possible. He shook my hand as he left giving me a knowing look and told me good luck. In no time at all he was hauling ass on the dirt to the main highway.
When I walked into her HUT I couldn't believe how small the place was. It was probably 23 feet around and everything was in one room. Talk about downsizing your life. The bathroom was partitioned out off with a small red rock wall and the shower poured right to the floor next to the toilet. It gave new meaning to the term shit & a shave. There was a fireplace in the middle room which easily heated the whole place. Along the wall was small camping fridge, a kitchen sink, and a place for a microwave. Under the counter was everything else she could fit. Right past that was about 3 feet of counter with a TV & radio and then a sort of loft bed, about 4 feet off of the ground. Under the bed was her closet & dresser. Obviously the place was sparsely decorated but you could tell that the things she had collected in her life were very precious. She offered me a drink and we started talking and we didn't finish until very late when the bottle was finally empty. She tried to talk me into playing her a few more tunes on guitar but I told I had to get. You know the 70 mile drive was no big deal but it was through the mountains and the deer were always thick at night. I had heard horror stories about people hitting deer and that was one experience I didn't want to have. But before I left she made me promise to come back and visit and please not to forget my guitar. I told her I was playing pretty regular at the restaurant were we met and told her I hoped she would come out again. She promised not to bring a date the next time. She gave a very sexy kiss goodbye and really firm hug, rubbing her tits in me the whole time. I knew for sure I would be back to her place after playing.
I could hardly wait for the week to end and when Friday rolled around it seemed I covered that 70 miles in no time. I was a little disappointed she wasn't at the restaurant when I arrived but about 3 songs into my first set there she was, looking as radiant as I remember. She took a seat in the back and had her dinner while I tried my best to not rush through my set, but it was hard and so was I. I played my heart out and did my best but I became very flustered when I looked up and she was looking at me. To ay the least I had a difficult time playing that night. I was missing chord and forgetting lyrics but she didn't care. Actually nobody noticed I messed up but me. After my first set I really had to use the restroom and told her so I as I went past her table. In the head I bumped into the owner and he told me to watch out. She was a real man-eater and I could be in trouble if I wasn't careful. He seemed kind of angry or jealous or something as he spoke. I got the impression he was full of shit but took his advice and quickly hurried back. From my conversation with her back at her table I felt that was far from the truth and then she said that he was probably mad because he had tried to ask her out a few times to get into her top but she stopped him cold and sent him home. We only chatted for a few minutes because I had to get back to play but she said she would hang around and we could go back to her place when I was finished.
Once back at her place I pulled out my guitar and some weed, and she pulled out a bottle and we drank and sang and smoke and talked till it was late. I was starting to think nothing would happen when she started telling me about her love life. It seemed after her accident, her boyfriend was not interested in sticking around and helping her get back on her feet. Part of the reason for her move was to get out of that situation. The accident had left her disabled and although she was able to take care of herself she got tired quick. She said she had a few more visits to the doctor and then she was going back to work and off of disability. She also mentioned that after leaving her boyfriend about 3 years prior, she hadn't been involved with anyone and that she had been celibate for about a year or 2 before her accident, which means she hadn't had any sexual relations in about 5 years. When she met me she felt her juice flowing but was scared about moving forward and getting involved with anyone, especially someone much younger then her. It seems that during her accident she had gained a little weight and wasn't sure if any man would find her attractive. She said the only saving grace about her weight gain was that she had grown in the chest department. She said it was gradual but it seems like she woke up one morning and realized she went from a healthy 38C to her present G cup. She said she did her best to try and hide them because it seemed that that was all the guys ever wanted out of her. I tried to act cool and not let her know that I had the same thing in mind.
She started to tell that when we met I seemed respectful and that I looked her in the eyes when we spoke. I told her I did my best but like most guys was absolutely taken in by her large breast and stole a few glances when I thought she wasn't looking. She said she knew I was a breast man cause she caught me looking a few times but found it exciting and not crude like the other guys. In fact she mentioned d that she was glad I was checking her out, it made her feel like a woman again. After I left that fist night she got to thinking about things and felt she might be ready to let someone enjoy all of her. Then she asked what I thought about her tits. I told her they look fabulous in her top and I had come by her house for her company but also just to see her boobs one more time, up close & personal. Maybe it was the alcohol talking but I then got bold and asked if I could see them in all their glory. She wasted no time in removing her shirt and making these bad boys sway. Her bra was working overtime to hold back all of that tit flesh. In a short, I was hypnotized.