Since they occur on an almost daily basis, I've gotten into the habit of
not bothering to post remarkable sightings anymore... there are just SO many bosomy wonders wandering the streets of LA that to relate
any of them and not ALL of them somehow seems unfair. However, yesterday's encounter was just
SO far beyond my ability to experience and then NOT share, I'm left with no choice...
Hot as hell in LA again... probably well over 90 in Hollywood and the sun seems a heckuva lot closer than the advertised 93 million miles away. After a morning of hard labor, I was thoroughly exhausted and moderately sunburned, but with errands to do I quickly showered and got out of the house toot sweet. My reward was unexpected but worthwhile...
Upon exiting the dim, air-conditioned confines of the post office on Western, I almost literally tripped over my own feet the moment I saw her: the young woman walking up the street towards me. Now, I won't lie: the VERY first thing I noticed about her was her boobs. Referring to them merely as boobs seems a serious disservice though... these things were
bona-fide, grade A, extra large and at-the-absolute-peak-of-ripeness MELONS. I'd have to have been
blind not to notice them: bountifully plush, absolutely braless and obviously capped by unbelievably visible and prominent dark nipples and areolas (beneath the white cotton tank top, stretched almost to the bursting point and slightly translucent with perspiration). The contrast between the dusky nipples and the remaining breast-flesh was
SO EASILY discernible beneath the gauze-like cotton... and more to the point, it was probably this contrast that initially caught my attention in those first few milliseconds and momentarily caused me to forget how to walk.
At very first glance, she almost appeared to be topless... her nipples and areolas were THAT astonishingly visible.
While making a feeble and relatively pointless attempt NOT to gawk TOO obviously, I quickly took in the rest of her as she approached: latina (which I LIKE, a LOT), maybe late 20s and perhaps 5 foot 3 or 4 inches tall. Just a bit too thick to class as petite, but not cushioned enough to actually qualify for light-plumper status, she was just simply PLUSH... the closest analogy I can come up with is that she looked like a younger version of Dulcea from West Coast Latinas. Despite the extra pounds, the frankly amazing rack up top and a nice flaring set of hips DID also leave room for a narrower (by comparison) waist and a surprisingly diminutive roundly insouciant derriere. Also of note were large dark sunglasses and big beautiful thick lips painted a dark, lush, wetly shiny crimson... just seeing those swollen crescents the first thing that came to mind was 'blowjob.' You could tell by looking at her that she knew it too, and seemed pleased with herself about it.
As I was attempting to circle around to the driver's side door to let myself in... ostensibly watching for passing traffic while trying to permanently burn the image of her into my retina through sheer force of will. She looked a bit tough... but also friendly... like a happily reformed former gangbanger maybe. As she passed, she actually smiled right AT me... clearly my attempt at discretion in my amazement and appreciation had been woefully insufficient.
Without question, she
knew without a doubt that I'd been **94** in every detail of her form, and she appeared to take some satisfaction in that fact.
Momentarily I considered offering her a ride (to ANYwhere... I'd have driven her all the way across town just for the opportunity to have her (and those huge puppies in their damp clingy sheath) safely ensconced in my air-conditioned car but as it's not the kind of thing I'm in the habit of doing to women I don't know (it always strikes me as excessively forward) I resisted the urge. I wish that I could have seen her eyes as she smiled... even though barely five seconds had elapsed since first seeing her, I could already feel my body reacting to her mere presence despite the heat and my considerable physical exhaustion... her sex appeal was simply THAT undeniable... THAT overwhelmingly intense.
I fumbled with my keys so that I could continue to watch her as she walked to the next corner... the side of one of her massive breasts was easily visible even though she had her back to me and was halfway down the block. Even from here, it was clear that they rode impressively high despite the apparent lack of support... pendelous enough to assure a natural origin, but high enough to promise a degree of firmness rarely encountered past early twenties.
I'll be kicking myself for weeks... for not taking this particular chance...