Something happened to me the other day that I never expected – I fell head over heels in lust with a big woman. It started when I was in my local market on a hot summer Saturday afternoon. Cruising the fruits and vegetables aisles, I was lost in concentration picking out some prime mangos when I felt my Achilles tendon erupt in fire. I buckled to the ground from the pain to hear a startled gasp and cry from behind me. I turned my head to see my attacker – the shopping card that had run into my tendon was being pulled back by one of the most beautiful women I have ever seen, her face stricken with horror at what she had done. In a second she was leaning down by my side asking "oh my god... are you ok? I am soooo sorry!"
I couldn't really say much. This woman was so beautiful I was unsure of which took my breath away – her amazing eyes or the throbbing fire sensation still gripping my tendon.
Beautiful olive-toned skin with green/ golden eyes framed by a face that could grace any model magazine all wrapped up with lush long flowing dark chocolate hair; this woman looked like Ella McPhearson with one obvious difference. She was a much bigger woman than the model could ever be.
I finally found my voice...
"Do you always try and take out people who are in the way of the mangoes?" I asked with a smile to show her I would be ok.
And then she smiled and lit up the room. This woman, this big woman was doing things to me that I never expected. Normally I am attracted to smaller women with tight little hard bodies just made for fucking but this was different. This woman was beautiful and if you had to slap a label on her she would definitely fall into the BBW category. Her hips were broad and her chest was enormous but she also had that hourglass figure that said woman, not girl. As I slowly raised my glance towards her face she had to stand around five foot eight tall and if I was a gambling man I would have put her around 200 pounds. When my eyes met hers I knew I had been busted for completely undressing her with my glance.
"That's what you get for being in the way of my mangoes" she laughed as she leaned down further, held out her hands and helped me up and introduced herself. "Mirabelle" she said as she held my hands in hers and looked directly into my eyes. As she helped me up I semi buckled as I put weight on my heel and lurched into her big chest. I have never been happier than in bed with a big chested woman, spending hours playing with a big set of breasts is one of those ultimate lazy Sunday afternoon delights than I never tire of and this was a set of breasts that defied physics - huge pillows of breasts that were completely erotic.
"Now it's my turn to apologize... I'm Aaron and I'm so sorry for the – um – intrusion" I replied, still a bit tongue-tied and now beet red in the face. "And for your information they're my mangoes – each and every one of them" I grinned. She laughed pure and crystalline, like a chime.
We both stood there looking at each other for what seemed a short lifespan. It would seem that Mirabelle was as tongue tied as me, which I took in as a great turn of events.
"How's the heel feeling?" she finally asked.
"I'm fine but my ankle hurts pretty bad" I joked. "I'm heading home for a hot bath with a mango daiquiri... that should take care of it" I winked.
"No you don't ... heat's the worst thing for it right now!" she replied sternly. "Well, not the daiquiri – that may help a bit" she winked back.
"And what then do you recommend Dr. Mirabelle?" I asked.
"First of all thank you for addressing me properly" she grinned "and secondly you need ice and ibuprofen to reduce the swelling, then wrap it up, and then tomorrow you can use heat – that is if you're tough enough" she giggled.
"So you're really a doctor?" I asked as I regained some balance and tested a little more weight on my ankle.
