Well I'm puzzling how this older thread ended up in one of my browser tabs, but after reviewing this thread (for at least the 2nd time) I realized I have one possibly worth sharing.
It was Dec 1999, and I was checking out apartments in San Francisco. A sort of home away from home to save on hotel costs.
One of the apartments I went to check out, I was ushered in to speak with one of the leasing agents. On being brought to her desk where she was sitting, I made an initial assessment: pretty face, blonde hair, professional attire, maybe 26-28, seemingly a BBW.
I pulled up a chair, sat down, we went over what I was looking for and what they had available. She got up to go take care of something (maybe it was to photocopy my driver's license) and as I glanced at her from behind, I had a bit of a shock.
She might have looked like a BBW from the neck to the waist while sitting down, but she sure as hell didn't look like a BBW when looking at her from behind!
She was reasonably proportioned from behind. A tall gal, even. Fairly reasonable across her back, her waist, and her hips. Nothing at all suggested from that angle what I'd been looking at a moment earlier.
Nothing except perhaps a hint of her boobs spilling out to the sides.
I was somewhat stunned, and still reassessing the situation when she returned. And of course I got another eyeful.
So how big were they? Well the memory isn't as fresh as it once was, so let's say probably at least 38H, maybe 40H, maybe 42H? I know the cupsize seems constant, but it does get a bit larger with larger bandeau sizes. So I'm fudging here.
Okay, so they don't sound huge. But at the time they seemed pretty damned ginormous!
There were 2 units she wanted to show me. It was getting dark, and she mentioned the normally they have a policy of not showing the units after dark, but she'd make an exception for me.
Over at one end of the horizontal sprawl (the complex, not her boobs
) was a studio apartment on about the 3rd floor I think, and then she walked me over to the other end to the top floor where there was a penthouse one-bedroom unit.
While up there, we wandered out onto the balcony. I found the whole thing to be quite heady. There I was, taking in the San Francisco view below, with a tremendously busty thing out there on the balcony with me. Curiously, she allowed me to end up between her and the doorway back into the apartment.
We lingered there quite a while. Not for a half hour, but it seemed to be at least 5 mins. She didn't seem to be in any hurry to get back to the office, quite content to allow me to... make a decision, I'm sure.
The temptation to move in her general direction to see What Happens Next was strong. But my Responsible Good Manners chip was active and reeled me in.
We wandered back to her office and I signed up for the penthouse.
I kept in touch with her, or tried to. It was more difficult at times than others. She knew I was interested, and she sounded interested as well. But there had apparently been some shenanigans between female employees and residents, and management implemented a "no fraternization" rule.
She even went so far as to write up a letter and have one of the apartment courier grunts hand-deliver it to my unit (slipped it under the door) explaining the dilemma she was in. She did give me her home number at one point in time, but there were other dramas going on there.
Oh, and I found out she was 19 at the time. Yeah, I was surprised about that, too.
Actually she did agree to a date at one time, but I'd just gotten my wisdom teeth out a week earlier, and was on a course of antibiotics as a precautionary measure. The last day I was on them, my skin broke out in a reaction, which took some days to clear. I probably could have gone on the date, but I felit it would have been awkward. So I happened by her office (met her outside) and explained my situation. She understood. But despite attempts to get other dates, it never came to pass. (More office dramas, etc.)