Maria accompanied him to one of the minor entrances, then further through a vestibule and finally opened a door to a big kitchen where a woman was busy cooking at the stove. She turned around and gave him a big smile, but did not leave the stove.
"Welcome Michael, nice to see you! I hope the trip went well?"
"Ahh, yes..." he nodded while grasping for words. Her appearance made him almost stunned. First of all, he didn't know she was African American; he had just assumed she was Caucasian. It didn't change anything, or mattered, he was just surprised. Second; she was tall, probably taller than him, with voluminous shoulders, powerful arms and legs and enormously... incredible big breasts, floating high, threatening to break through a thin light blue knitted sweater sculpturing her impressing and massive upper body. Her hips were, relatively kind of narrow, and her giant buttocks could make anybody breathless... she was like a Goddess.
For a moment he got scared. What was he up to, what had he let himself in to? To be honest, he had no idea at all who this woman was. And the other woman, Maria? What resistance could he make if things went ruff... against her, against them both? He had got in contact with Elaine on a chat only a fortnight ago. They had started to talk about soft stuff. Michael had told her about his fetish and she had responded that she shared his love for sweaters and similar softness. They had also slipped into talking about sensual expressions. He had let her know about his submissive thoughts and she him about the opposite, her more dominant nature which she would like to explore if the right occasion appeared. Their brains had connected rapidly, ending up with an invitation from her to him to come for a visit, stay a weekend, to enjoy conversation and socialize. And he had said yes, accepted instantly. And here he was, and suddenly a bit scared by second thoughts. But it was too late now, he had to face the situation, trust his intuition, see what would come to happen and deal with it accordingly.
He was disturbed in his considerations by Elaine who asked them both to sit down for a cup of tea. Michael sat opposite to Maria, now without her coat.
In spite of Elaine's aura and incredible physiognomy, he could barely take his eyes from Maria's gigantic chest, more or less the same size as Elaine's, swaying in front of him, covered by thick fuzzy grey mohair, glittering like a waterfall over her wonderful brave pumpkins. He was interrupted though, in his not trying to stare at Maria, when Elaine from behind served him his tea and her heavy bosom smoothly rubbed his cheek and shoulder when she leant over him. It was totally electrifying and the emotion of her soft scent and touch made him start trembling. What was happening... he had ever never... not in his wildest dreams, imagined women of this... dimensions. He must calm down... but where would it end... what would this day bring...?!
Maria didn't stay long. She excused herself; swept the coat over her broad fuzzy shoulders and left, explaining she didn't want to disturb the two in whatever they were up to. And now... they were alone. Elaine cleaned the table, and afterwards friendly and intimate laid her hand on Michael's shoulder and suggested to move to the living room.
"It's really nice to see you Michael, but you seem a little bit uncertain or perhaps fearful of the situation?" she asked, sitting opposite him in one the two comfortable sofas, with a small black oak table between.
"Both yes and no" Michael admitted. "Your physics and charisma are very impressive, but at the same time I have no idea what this might end up into. I admit I feel a bit nervous, shy perhaps... and you are right. Yes, I'm uncertain how to handle this whole situation... I mean, what's expected of me, what I am supposed to do... how am I supposed to behave?"
