Caitlyn was one of those rare women. She was amazingly beautiful, yet completely without any idea how pretty she really was. She came in at just below average at 5'4" tall; her thick lustrous red curls flowed down her back to the slim line of her waist. To be honest if she were a different person she would be a thick girl. Her constant on the go lifestyle, ensured that she never gained much excess weight.
What extra pounds she did carry were distributed in the best of places. Her breast were very large, at 38EE she was only a couple of sizes away from having to get them custom made. Her waist was a trim 24 inches around, but her hips came in at a curvaceous 40 inches, most of that taken up by a tight, round bubble butt. Her thighs, and calves were strong, and toned, just a little thicker than Caitlyn probably would have preferred if she were able to reconstruct herself.
Her alabaster skin bruised easily, but other wise was blemish free. Individually her facial features were too much; her nose too sharp, her lips too full, too pouty. Her cheekbones too high, her chin too stubborn. Her eyes too large, the green too vibrant. Yet they came together to form a wonderfully symmetrical face that was gorgeously attractive.
Unfortunately Caitlyn could only see the individual features, not how they came together. She had no confidence, and constantly gave off the air of a victim. For every victim, there is always a predator waiting to pounce.
The predator that entered Caitlyn's life was named Neil. Neil was all that Caitlyn was not; he was tall, 6'9", he was very big, it was all muscle, not an ounce of fat but he was a huge guy, broad of shoulder with massive biceps and tree trunks for legs. His hair was dark as the blackest midnights. His skin darkly tanned. Individually his features were perfect. Yet together they didn't balance out. Even beyond that, his smile was quite feral, as if he were always hunting.
Neil met Caitlyn one night in their neighborhood's grocery store. Everything about her called out to him. To Neil she was like a gazelle to a lion. He struck up a conversation with her, asking her help in picking out a steak. He managed to parlay that into an invitation to join her for dinner. Though in all honesty, Caitlyn never actually asked, though Neil made sure that she believed that it was her idea.
Once in Caitlyn's apartment, Neil reverted to form. He stalked her into the kitchen, and as soon as she had finished putting away all of her perishables, he struck. He stalked forward, pushing Caitlyn back as he did so, stopping only when her back hit the refrigerator door. With hands around her chest, under he large breasts, he picked her up and kissed her deeply, fiercely. He nipped at her pouty lower lip before trailing kisses over to her ear. Neil bit down on Caitlyn's ear lobe before whispering ominously, "big tittied slut like you. I just know you are gonna give me one hell of a ride. Shit baby I think I'm in love with your sexy ass."
