Chapter 3. Madame Virginie

Carl run down a wide aisle between tall display units ignoring the silky frilly feminine things brushing past on either side. Desperate to get away from that ball-busting sales girl, his spirits lifted as he saw the front door of the shop a short way ahead. He was almost there! Just a few more steps! Suddenly a figure stepped out from behind a tall display of lingerie to stand right in front of him. A heartbeat was all it took to take in the plump mature woman, well into her late 50’s with a wide motherly face and short brown hair. She wore a simple knee length black skirt and high-heels. However his attention locked onto the low cut white blouse whose front was so greatly distorted thrusting forward with a stunning width and hanging really low as if she had a pair of beach balls stuffed up there. She was phenomenally stacked and proud to show it off. The wide plunging V neck exposed a staggering amount of deep dark inviting cleavage between huge mounds of soft wobbling female breast that led the eye down to the curving arcs before vanishing back into the blouse.

He was running too fast and knew he couldn’t avoid a collision. With her massive bust and cleavage thrusting towards him he was surprised when instead of slamming right into her and knocking her over, she grabbed the sleeves of his shirt by the elbows. Without breaking his forward motion, she shocked him by raising her foot and shoving it against the side of his pelvis then throwing herself backwards. “Wah!” he cried in surprise as he found himself falling fast as she pulled him down with her. A seismic wobble rippled across her massive breasts as her back hit the floor then flopped heavily either side of her chest like strange airbags. In a split-second he found himself elevated on the end of her right leg with her foot lodged in his groin, looking right down at the woman below. As he continued to fall forwards her leg bent at the knee like compressing a spring with her skirt around her hips revealing a pair of rather thick legs with large shapely calves sheathed in sheer tan coloured nylon. Her leg straightened with astonishing flexible ease for someone so plump adding a surge of feminine leggy power to his forward momentum. He was stunned as he was sent hurtling clear over her body with incredible speed, his arse and legs tumbling uncontrollably right over his head. BLAM! The back of his head and top of his shoulders slammed into the floor a fraction before his back then backside and legs. “Oraghh!” he groaned, the speed of the throw dazing his brain and the impact of the fall temporarily winding him.

Carl looked up in shock at the homely plump woman standing over him. Not only were her breasts truly titanic to a scale that her plumpish body did not detract from their stunning size but he couldn’t comprehend how she had thrown him. No, he ran into her so fast that he bowled her over and he went down with her luckily tripping over her body rather than crushing her beneath. That was it, he tried to convince himself.

“My name is Madame Virginie and I am the owner of this store” she announced in husky sultry tones that seemed to ooze sexual promise that went straight to his loins. “Break into my shop and I’ll break you”. He watched dumbly as a thick lower leg with beautifully curved calves encased in sheer tan coloured nylon stepped over his neck. The underside of her plump legs looked quite firm as she crouched down over him. Before he could comprehend what was going on, her hands darted out to seize his left wrist and folded his arm around her forearm. Sliding a surprisingly strong-looking forearm across the inside of his elbow she bent back his arm plunging him into a world of pain. “Argh! Argh!” he yelped as he was forced to his feet with no chance to refuse. With his trapped arm pressed against the unreal wobbling mounds inside her blouse he couldn’t stop looking at that massive wide low-hanging cliff face of womanhood with a steadily growing stiffness inside his trousers.