I’ll admit it; I’m a leg man. Whenever I see a woman with great legs, I have to follow them to take a good long appreciative look. This has on occasion led me into trouble [JIMP#14] but I just can’t shake off the habit. I was driving home from Cambridge when I decided to stop off at the Supermarket and stock up on a few drinks and snacks. I needed something to take my mind off the shocking damage the fire had caused at the University. Parking the car and walking towards the store, I reflected that if it hadn’t been for students returning from a late night raising the alarm, the destruction would have been much worse.

I was walking around the aisles when this woman up ahead caught my eye, although she had her back to me. What grabbed my attention was that she was wearing very tight black leggings that clung to her thick shapely legs and the contours of her backside like a second skin. She also wore a pair of calve hugging black knee length boots which were turned over at the top, cavalier style. As I approached on the pretext of looking along the shelves, I saw that she was about 5’5”, medium built with short red hair and a red V necked top that covered the upper part of her body to her waist and made her small chest look very appealing, although that might have had something to do with female brassiere engineering. She looked at me and gave me a smile and I found myself automatically returning it. She seemed to be in her early 40’s with an open pretty face with a slim nose, grey eyes and a small smiling mouth with a subtle hint of lipstick. I’m sorry but I was hooked. As she moved around the supermarket, I followed discretely sometimes going down an adjacent aisle so that I would turn the corner and approach her head on. At one point I found her leaning over a refrigeration unit and I just had to stop and stare. Her skin-tight leggings showed off a backside that was a beautifully rounded peach, not exactly small but a good size and very appealing. Beneath this her hams were quite noticeable and so shapely that I had to resist the urge to bend down and feel the backs of her legs. Her thighs also looked solid and very shapely. It was only when she straightened up to put something in her trolley that the trance was broken and I moved past hoping that she hadn’t noticed me gawping.

After a while I decided that I’d better get on with my own shopping and stop acting like a stalker. After all it had been a long day what with waiting until the fire investigators had declared the place safe to enter. Luckily a fireproof safe had saved Symthe-Jones’s diaries. I advised moving them to somewhere where we could keep an eye on them at all times and Sir Humphrey readily agreed, especially once the Police confirmed that the night watchmen had been killed and the fire suppression system deactivated.

As I stood in line to checkout I puzzled over the images from the CCTV system. Although it had also been disabled, it had not been erased so that we were able to replay the last few minutes. We watched as a small car stopped outside the security gate, just out of shot of the camera and then some moments later a robed figure wearing a cowl approached the hut. For a moment it reminded me of the strange wall painting I had seen in London Below [JIMP#35] before spotting the white headband and bib indicating a Nun. I packed up and paid then headed back to the car wondering how long it would take the DVLA to track down the registration against the owner, although I suspected that it would show up as stolen.

Scott watched Jim Priest enter the supermarket. So his boss was right, the bloody private dick had surfaced again from wherever he disappeared to. He had parked in a disabled person’s parking space that gave him a perfect view of the entrance. All he had to do was sit and wait for the bastard to re-appear. Suddenly a coach pulls up obstructing his view. “Shit and bloody bollocks” Scott swore to himself. It didn’t look like it was in any hurry to move either as a load of Japanese tourists slowly unloaded and entered the store. Bloody tourists probably taking a piss on their way to somewhere. If I lose Priest again, Sir Anthony will give me another bollocking. Cursing under his breath the spotty round faced man with big spectacles held together with sticking plaster and a chubby body got out of the car and approached the store in case his quarry escaped.

That’s when he saw her. Hanging around near the back of the coach listening to a MP3 player through earphones was a cute little Japanese girl all on her own. He guessed her age as early twenties. Standing about 5’2” with a lovely slender body, she was very pretty with big brown irises set in almond-shaped eyes, a small cute nose and small mouth with luscious lips glossed in pink. Her natural black hair had been dyed in patches of light brown and worn in a floppy fringe over her eyebrows, swept behind her small ears then hung in twin braids falling over each chest. And what a chest! She wore a light blue top with a plunging neckline that showed off a big pair of beautiful rounded breasts. They weren’t super-humungous like those sex-mad freaks that locked him up [JIMP#25] but sensuously proportioned with a cleavage he just wanted to stick his dick down. Scott had heard that busty Japanese women were quite rare. Well this was a hottie. Tearing his drooling gaze from her chest for a moment he also saw that she wore a short denim miniskirt, thick black tights and wedge shaped shoes that sloped from heel to toe. The girl shifted her leg and Scott noticed that her big thighs seemed out of proportion to her slim ankles and nice shaped calves.

She was looking at him curiously. “Hi! I’m Scott” he introduced himself. “I am Yoshe” she replied in a pleasant feminine voice. “Why don’t you come with me and let me show you around” he asked leering at her cleavage. God I want to get my hands on them and give her a bloody good seeing too. “Very sorry Scott. But I am waiting for rest of my party” she replied in measured English. “Come on. It won’t take long” he said. “Sorry Scott but no. Thank you for asking” she replied. “Your loss” he snarled then turned to walk away. Oh just look at that cute face, Japanese girls are so gorgeous and that big bust, oh I want some of that. Looking around he saw that they were quite sheltered from view behind the coach. Even better was the secluded area around the side of the store. If I can get her to there, I can fuck the arse off her.

Yoshe now had her back to him concentrating on her music player. Creeping up silently behind her, Scott grabbed her from behind and lifted her into air. She’s so light it’s going to be easy to carry away. BAM! The cute oriental’s leg flashed back driving the heel of her shoe between his legs, hammering his nut sack. “Oooooooo” he cried in anguish dropping his prize to clutch at his ruined balls. “Hi!” the girl gave a shrill shriek as she turned to face her attacker and slashed her arm sideways chopping Scott hard on the bridge of his nose. “Ouch!”. Instinctively, he batted her arm away and grabbed her shoulders. Bad move. WHAM! The girl’s knee shot up like a cannonball fired into his groin, hammering him so hard that his feet momentarily left the ground. Scott folded over in agony around his aching nuts. “Hi!” BAM! the sole of her shoe punched the side of his head, sending him sprawling. Curling up into a ball, cradling his throbbing balls, Scott rocked back and forth, his face bright red and splotchy, his eyes watering.

“Ow ow ow!” Scott cried in alarm as the girl twisted his ear forcing him to kneel in front of her. Suddenly he found his head shoved between her legs which seemed a lot bigger now he was right up close to them. They were like big twin columns covered in a thick gauge nylon and they closed in like a black nylon wall. “Arghh!” he cried in discomfort, his aching balls forgotten, as the girl’s legs turned from soft to hard in an instant. “Argh!” He had a close-up view down the back of her legs and calves as her legs exerted a surprisingly strong force for such a pretty little girl on either side of his head. “Arrr” this was becoming very painful. Frantically, he grabbed the back of her knees and tried to prise them apart. “Argh!” his ears felt like they were being pressed against the sides of his head by a crushing wall whose inevitable march inwards was also pinching his cheekbones and jaw in a painful clamp. “Argh!” these things she called legs were like tree-trunks, they wouldn’t budge.

No matter how hard he pulled the pressure wouldn’t ease. BAM! A sharp elbow drove into the middle of his back. “Ouch!” “You ruin my tights, I break your head” he heard her voice. “Argh!” he saw the ground fall away from him as the girl raised herself onto her toes. The pressure racked by several terrible degrees. “Argh! Please no!” he cried, his eyes clenched and teeth gritted against the grinding pain. It felt as if he had his head stuck in an industrial compactor. “My legs are pretty strong, yes?” he heard her say over the pounding pressure against his burning ears. “I train for the Tokyo Ballet. Ballerinas need strong legs” she added. “Please!” it was too painful to talk, his cheeks and jaw was being compressed so bad, and it felt like they would break at any moment. His hands found the legs enclosing him, shocked at their thick girth for such a cute little girl. “Nnnnn” He felt in horror the big bulging slabs of thigh muscle, they felt so powerful he feared they would crack his skull and turn his head into bloody pulp. “Nnnnn” the pain in his head was excruciating. A splitting headache seared through his head. Oh God please make it stop, don’t let me die.