I knew it when I started, it was inevitable that somewhere, somehow the conditions existed that I imagined. The sheer beauty of that thought made all things possible and added a deep sense of purpose when I snuck into my sister's bedroom and kidnapped Barbie. It was certainly amazing how nicely the proportions matched any number of pictures I'd seen in a number of magazines.
Staring at the fully clothed doll, the breasts infinitely perky, the slim waist and incredible, yet slightly paralyzed, wrap around legs, I began to sway back and forth and chant my mantra, "Barbie mon, Barbie con, Barbie baton," and the trance began. Yes, it was beginning to work.
Somewhere in the world, for no apparent reason, a wasp waisted, large breasted young woman, hmmm.... surprising just a few days older than eighteen, grabs her bright orange striped tube top and pulls it down, exposing her breasts to Joe, a GI sitting on a nearby park bench. In moments, Joe hands reach out and takes the woman's breasts in the palms of his slightly cupped hands.
While teasing her nipples between his thumbs and index fingers, he kisses her, as her long, blond hair tosses slightly in the breeze. Between kisses he asks her, "What is your name?"
"It's Barbara, but you can call me..." he interrupts with a kiss, pushing his tongue into her thin, pink lips. She begins again, "You can call me..." but once again he interrupts, moving his mouth down to her nipples and pinching then hard between his lips as she cries out, "Ouch!"
"My name's Joe," the GI hisses between his mouth and her tits. Picking her up he says, "We need to find someplace a bit more private, I don't want the Sergeant to see us or he'll demote me back to Corporal, or worse."
"Down the path, the grass is very tall, we can lie in the grass and no one will see us," Barbara says, pointing down the twisting trail.
