She was not pretty and perhaps she never had been. At least not her face, which looked square and mannish and had big, strong, brown eyes. Her mouth was quite big, as if it was good for sucking a man's dick. Her body was small and slender, however, and she also had obvious breasts although they were not huge. Her ass was not huge either, only big enough to suggest that bearing children would not have been a problem for her. Karl had to admit her body was tempting when he thought about it. It was his kind of body, big enough to fondle, not so big that one could suffocate in it nor so small as to permit her to be mistaken for a boy.
He'd known Stella for about two years, perhaps a little bit more. She worked in one of the insurance offices in town. She seemed to do a good job. Everyone who had business contact with her told what a good service she did for them. Her boss admitted she was the best all-around office girl he'd ever had or known about. Karl had never taken her seriously, especially as a desirable woman.
Everything came to a head the weekend of Myrna's party. It was a dance party, and it was raucous at times as the band played the crowd, teasing many of the party-goers into participating in various steps. No one was required to be proficient, only to have fun.
At one point there was a drawing for door prizes. The first number called was Stella's, and she was exuberant. He'd watched her fly across the floor, her simple, untucked shirt-type blouse flying around and under it her breasts also bobbing on her chest almost as if she wore no bra. Yet it was obvious that she did have a bra on, from the visible straps across her back under the shirt.. It was more than jiggling because she was stepping high as she ran to the front of the room and her breasts were bouncing powerfully, more than Karl had thought they could. He wondered how many others noticed how well built she was.
The next day he'd met her on a downtown street. She was coming toward him and greeted him warmly.
"Good to see you, Karl!" she enthused, her grin very big and in her face, almost grotesque. Yet there was something there that attracted him.
"Good to see you too, Stella," he said and without any warning or prior history of affectiion they came together in a warm, though brief, hug.
"I noticed that you really enjoyed yourself at Myrna's party last night," Karl said.
"Oh yeah, wasn't that a lot of fun!" Stella retorted, laughing. "I didn't notice you out there dancing, though."
"Oh, I'm not much of a dancer," Karl rejoined. "And I'm pretty shy, too. You looked pretty good doing it, though."
"What did you like best about the party?" Stella asked.
"When I watched you bouncing across the floor to get your prize," Karl blurted before he could stop himself.
"Really?" Stella said, her mouth gaping open and an immediate grin taking over her entire head.
"Yeah, when I saw you going up there with your tits bouncing so hard as you ran, I knew what I've suspected all along, that you're probably one fantastic fucking broad." He was shocked to hear the continuation of his impromptu comment as though he had no control over what he was saying.
Stella's reaction was immediate. Her face suddenly was hard, yet she did not run or call for help.
"What? What did you say?" she loudly retorted. She seemed frozen in front of him there on the sidewalk, her hands down at her sides and her palms outward.
"Oh geez, Stella, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to say that out loud. I know I'm out of place, and the only thing I can add is that it's true, but it's not smart of me to tell you that, is it?" He almost cowered before her, wanting to find a place to hide.
Stella stood for a long minute staring at him, her face inscrutable, before she spoke.