I went to the deli around the corner for lunch today, like I do a few times per week. I just pick up a sandwich and a piece of fruit usually, because a big girl like me needs to keep her strength up.
There was a guy in front of me in line who’s only about 5′ 4″. He’s young and cute; there’s nothing wrong with him except that he’s no taller than the average woman – although he’s a bit thin. If I had to guess I’d say he weighs about 125 pounds. I’m wearing 2 inch pumps today, so I was looking down on him from a ten-inch, 55-pound advantage. And that’s just the way I like my men: small enough to hold him down and do what I want without much of a struggle.
Because it’s a little cool out today I broke out a V-neck sweater for work this morning. The sweater is actually a bit much for work – I’m unusually big breasted (thank God) and with this top the cleavage factor is high. Anyway, he turned around at one point and found himself looking right into my breasts. He had the cutest look of surprise on his face but then looked up into my face and flashed a sort of awkward “whoops!” smile.
I wanted to pick him up, sit him on top of the deli counter and crush his cute little face into my breasts! Maybe next time?
Hi, you soung nice.