I've been having a bit of a lean time recently, sightings wise. But I did see a pretty interesting woman at the airport this afternoon as I was returning home. I had just cleared security and had sat down to organise my bits and pieces. I became aware that a woman had sat down on the seat next to me to do the same. A casual glance sideways and I realised that she was packing some pretty hefty equipment. But when she stood up, wowee, were they impressive. I would say she was late forties or early fifties, no looker but no paper bag needed either. She was about 5' 5", fairly slim build and wearing a black T-shirt and nondescript pants.
Her tits were not absolute monsters, but they must have been at least JJ cup. But the best thing was that they stuck out in front of her like they were going to poke someone's eye out. In fact, I swear that they were actually pointing slightly upwards, their thrust was so extreme. She made off towards the duty free with her husband/BF in tow and I tagged along as discretely as I could to get a few more glimpses of her spectacular chest. As she walked, there was no trace of any wobble or sway whatsoever, so she must have been carrying some serious silicone. The guy she was with had a bit of an aging rock star look about him, so perhaps she was a trophy wife from a few years back. I don't think she was a stripper, but who knows, she was certainly big enough. Unfortunately, they hurried straight through the duty free to their gate, so that was the last I saw of them. There was certainly no way I could sneak a candid. Pity. Still, at least it does the old heart good to know that there are still some impressive sights around, albeit implants, in this era of easy breast reductions.