Continued from part i
As it turned out, Mirabelle lived only a quarter mile away from me so with a plan in place she and I went our separate ways. She went home to take care of her groceries and I went home to shower and wrap my ankle. An hour later there was a ring at the door.
Opening the door took my breath away, again. She was standing there with her hair tied back in a long flowing pony tail which reached halfway down her back. She was wearing an emerald green silk blouse and it was damned obvious that she had abandoned her bra as her nipples were creating an incredible erotic dance as those huge breasts danced freely. Fresh but subtly applied makeup highlighted her already beautiful face, and a light perfume filled every part of me. I couldn't stop looking at her when she abruptly brushed past me. "You seem to get tongue-tied when you leer at me" she grinned. She shut the door behind her and gently pushed me against the wall pressed her lush body into mine, wrapped her hands around my head and kissed me full on – a tongue-dueling five minute kiss that was both soft and sensual and urgent at the same time. Her enormous chest was pressed into mine and my cock immediately sprang to full life again rising up quickly to press hard against her pussy. This big woman had a full on sexual effect on me that no other partner had ever had.
She pulled back and looked down grinning. "I wanted to get that out of the way and see if it was the shopping cart or me who got that monster going" she said laughing. "Guess it really was me" she grinned as she reached down and gently grasped my cock, stroking the length of me slowly. She held me through my slacks and purred appreciatively, seeming to judge everything about me by what was in her hand.
I looked down at her chest and saw her two huge nipples jutting out and doing some tenting of their own. "Looks like I'm not the only one with an erection issue at the moment" I grinned. She did nothing except thrust her chest out a bit further. "Yes, they seem to like you – quite a bit" she grinned back. I decided to return her boldness and reached up, cupping both of her huge heavy breasts in my hands and gently ran my thumbs over her nipples. That sent an electrified shock through her – damn I love a woman with sensitive nipples. She arched her chest further into my hands for a moment and sighed, smiling and backed away standing before me flushed with her breasts slightly heaving. We both took a moment, looking at each other and regaining some composure.
"So my injured Mr. charming... where are you sweeping me off to?"
"Never mind... I hope it will be a nice surprise. You like wine?" I asked.
"I love it when I taste something good but never have taken the time to learn much about it. For me I'm afraid it is usually a glass of house red or white which I normally wind up regretting because I just don't know what to order" she replied.
"Oh good! That means I get to look worldly and smart and cultured" I laughed.
"What's that supposed to mean?" she shot back.
"I have a secret weapon to wield with you" I laughed. My face was hurting at this point because she had me smiling so much just having fun bantering back and forth.
"Ok wine boy... are we going to stand here staring at each other and wondering what the other is like in bed or are we actually going to go somewhere and 'get to know each other' like you said?"
My goodness this woman could be direct. I gulped and sidestepped her to grab my keys off the hall table.
"This way then – I want to know everything about you. Consider that a first" I laughed. I gently spun her around and directed her movements to the garage with a bit of body steering.
Stepping into the garage, I pressed the opener and led her over to my weekend toy. A fully restored British-racing green Triumph TR6. Great for sunny days with the top down and not good for much else, but it sounds so sweet and really is a blast to drive.
"You're going to take me out in that?" Mirabelle asked. I was crushed! I had spent 3 years rebuilding my toy to a mirrored perfection and she hated it.
"Well, yes... I was..." words failed me.
She immediately grasped that she had hurt me and became really embarrassed. "No you silly boy... I absolutely love your car; it's beautiful what you've done with it... but with your ankle – I know that is a manual transmission because my ex had an old MG and they are quite similar... you won't be able to walk by the time you get us to any seduction spot you have planned." She purred – looking at me with sympathy running an open palm hand along the side of my face.
Now I felt the total idiot. Of course she was right. "Well it's either that or we can take the boring Explorer... your choice" I responded.
"How about if we take mine and if things work out and we hit it off more than we seem to be, you can take me out in your little green seduction toy next time when your ankle is healed?" she asked. She then leaned in and whispered directly in my ear "Besides – you really won't need your cute car to seduce ... consider me a done deal unless you turn out to be an asshole this afternoon..." and with that she turned and started to walk towards her car – a beautiful old Benz 600 also nicely restored – rare, powerful and expensive as all hell. I whistled appreciatively – especially since she had obviously wanted to impress – this was not the car from the market lot.
"Deal... so doc, my only request is that if I do anything or say stupid things that start endangering a second date, just tell me so I don't head down a path I can't turn around from.." I replied.
"Ok – you just entered that realm. I never, ever go by the name doc." She laughed.
I followed behind her to watch the stunning big globes of her ass sway and of course she caught me. I was lost in the view of her obvious exaggerated sway when she looked back and grinned. She didn't say a word.
